Fresh

Written by me just today.

Like a monster it devours, tearing up everything it sees, feels, or knows.

Fresh as the morning sun, and as deep as the ocean blue, this pain, and new pain come true,

Ripping at my heart eating up my will, The one most desired, I can not have,

Knowing things that will happen cause more trouble, Loosing reality and falling off,

Consumed in the darkness, or pain and hurt, feels ever more like a torturous home,

These feelings of pain from not being with the one most desired are still fresh and have become me.

Reviews

[hmm]

Such a lovely write, nicely written

[Silent_Whispers]

Very beautiful, I like it.