fogged

tears trickling across the softened cheek, 

begging for it to end,

the only way for it to be over,

the pill bottle left on the ground,

once full, 12 pills, now empty.

its over, no more pain.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very sad poem. When there is no pain. There is no opportunities also. A lot of story in the short poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Vikrantsingh]

Amazing read and write my friend this is so touching. I was left and felt it in-depth. Logically this is very simple thoughts which you poured here. But, if we see this from point of view of Snow.
I really loved it :)
Simply amazing ;)
- Singh :)

[Victoria]

Thank you so much for your review. They really do encourage me to write more and more. Thank you! (:

[Vikrantsingh]

You're welcome :)