Will I forever carry this sadness with me?
Will it forever stream through my veins?
Will the sadness die the day I die,
Or will it continue on even then?
I exhale the sadness
And watch
As it slowly makes its way back
To be inhaled once more.
It’s in my lungs
It’s in my brain
It’s in my heart
It’s in my veins
Creeping up from my fingertips
Spiraling around my arms
Melting into my skin
After all this time
(it’s been so long)
it is now a part of me
as death is a part of life
and night is a part of day.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
Will I forever carry this sadness with me?
Will it forever stream through my veins?
Will the sadness die the day I die,
Or will it continue on even then?
I exhale the sadness
And watch
As it slowly makes its way back
To be inhaled once more.
It’s in my lungs
It’s in my brain
It’s in my heart
It’s in my veins
Creeping up from my fingertips
Spiraling around my arms
Melting into my skin
After all this time
(it’s been so long)
it is now a part of me
as death is a part of life
and night is a part of day.
