Pain
It hurts, it chills, this pain you bring,
A sickness deep, a stinging sting.
Tears well up, my vision blurs,
An empty ache, a hollow curse.
You turn away, you need to flee,
To find yourself, away from me.
Your words burn through like acid fire, a searing pain, a cruel desire.
My heart feels wired, it cannot breathe, it fights for peace, to find reprieve.
I’m freezing now, my heart turns cold, it craves a flame, a warmth to hold.
My lungs still breathe, my soul turns ice, A fragile shard that pays the price.
Yet through the cracks, I hear a beat, a life persists, though incomplete.
I’m living still, I’ll hold this fight, through frozen tears, I’ll find the light.
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Марина Поттер 08.08.2020 17:28 Заявить о нарушении