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Nov 2020
How can I miss the days
I tend to hate the most
Those days that made my soul
Shimmer with a spark

The days all pass with ease
Until those sparks draw close
Then I speak differently
No diacritical mark

I knew who used to know me
But, who knows what's innermost
My mind is always asking
Can't be still, like a shark

If fear and loneliness, were drugs
I'd know an overdose
I try to see the light
But everything lost its spark

I wish I could forget
Those day I tend to miss the most
My pain is stuck on me
Just like a visible birthmark

It made me who I am
It's beautiful, like the coast
While you can try to forget
The past, it is a loan shark

It will hunt you endlessly
Hunter searching for its roast
It will not ever stop
Until your eyes have no more spark

The secret is to give
Everything, almost
And live with what you got
You need to find your own spark

The days may get longer
And the end will draw close
Live your life, it's yours
Your spark can be your mark

It seems my grieving time
It is done, adios
Living with everything
Well, that's my trademark

I wish my words could give you
What you need the most
But trust me, only you
Know your own spark
Written by
Haley Nicole
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