It makes me look weak,
My tears leaks…
My eyes are sore
My heart is a bore
and My body repeats a painful encore.
I dust away the sad memories,
but it comes along like it’s my adversaries.
I hate sadness
It shakes my reality, a piercing faithfulness
towards my soulful unhappiness.
I don’t need help,
but in truth I am lying to myself.
You’ll never know, what comes and goes
yet I am stuck between my toes.
I hunger for that light
but all that comes is my arresting night.
Perhaps I am doom with my own gloominess.
Starvation and Weariness
is a consolation of my messiness
~ a choice with laziness,
to ponder and wonder
to the world’s unending sadness.
*© Pax September, 2013
~ I am musing with the world's sadness, a reflections of my own as well...
i always say this: emotions are very complex and as deep as the vast ocean. A fragment of my soul... so i am thankful to all who have read me and my journey...