Poem -
Passing Through
Why does it all have to be so heavy?
Why is it constantly dragging me down
The ware and Tare so obvious when I look in the mirror
Wrinkles from wearing to many a frown
Hopes and dreams gone in a puff of smoke
Phantom pains crawling my lengthĀ
Self inflicted scars bearing memories
Haunting voices disturbing my sleep
Sick and tired of being told that's life
Neck hurts from hanging my head in defeat
My eyes reveal my mileage through hell
I feel the bones splinter in my feet
Another wanderer lost in the storm
Repeating the things that have broken my soul
Been looking for happiness
But never knew the way to go
By LukeCoomer Ā©
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Cherie I don't want to sound like a bummer but they do say "to live is to suffer" I'm not saying I'm planning suicide or anything just making an observation on how as I pass through life and sustain my damage that I am merely passing through it and hoping it is temporary and not an eternal struggle
thanks for commenting