Pain :: shannonmariet :: Original Poetry

Pain
The pain, it continues to seep through my weak and sickened body.

It now sings me to sleep like a lullaby to a child with no fear.

My caged soul, it wants to bloom.

But is only trapped in the set concrete in which is my mind.

Surrounded in a heavy confusion of fear that I've become so infacuated by.

I have hope knowing it is just a passing of lust and not love for this trap.

Praying that the unknown will save me from falling for the sickness in which is thyself.