You can tell by the way I smile
You can tell by the way I smile
That i Live in tears of pain
but not in denial.
That all Days come to pass...
And That one day your last
Would not lass and be fast...
Like the moment when moon
Found out a little to soon.
That of the two only one of them
Will make it to noon.
Deep inside my deepest felt adored
But the chase made me tired from the core
That everyday by noon it was becoming sore.
All the Years of gazing at space and not one's did I see a door.
Not the winds nor the light and it's sky's
Was going to bring this love
back to life.
Even if the water dried and rised
And became air for one night
It would have been still all a lie.
Memories will soon sneak off
And the beginning thoughts
start to imagen the wilderness
Now feeling Tuff luck
And finding myself stuck.
Never having enough
But the strength to hide under rocks.
Became Seeding of always deviating.
How could Love find space
If forever the moon will look for the sun
Again and again day after day.
Even the stars appeared to have a heart
The galaxy's watching the end of my dynasty is very hard. So I gaze at the moons beautiful face just incase the feeling of bad taste took place. So I'll be ready for solace.
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Very emotional poem. I could see a person in a hospital room, looking out the window, dreaming of a day without pain, without the need for medication and other treatments. I live in pain, 24 hours a day, I often write about pain, however I like that the poem was more about surviving an ordeal, rather then screaming on the page about the pain, which is what I do sometimes.
When writing about pain, I often think about the darkness of a disability, without stretching a little further to uncover the beauty of life, even when the life we have to lived, is unique to our own personal experiences. How we overcome obstacles differ from person to person and from place to place. When I'm in a great deal of pain, I walk each day, then I come in to write. For those brief moments, the pain has been alleviated to some degree. Which opens my mind up to thinking about any other subject.
Favorite Part:
Even if the water dried and rised
And became air for one night
It would have been still all a lie.
I cannot wait to read more of your work.
Thank you for sharing your poem.
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