never ending

water flows gently through the meadow

clearing my mind

spider webs conseal the things i had to hide

dust still wanders as im left to ponder

self isolation is something i need

or my sadness shall feed

it consumed me once

it may again

its a cycle that has no end

my body goes weak, my heart numb

im left with me, truly no one

my tears are irrelevant

my voice has no sound

why let my emotions make me a clown?

then again you may ask why let life get you down?

 

hurt never ends, nor disapears

its just stored and used in your nightmares

sadness and sorrow

are saved for tomorrow

to make it your rainy day

through out life you pay

 

love a happy thought

although its distraught

you lose focus

and direction

there is no resurrection

you have one life to live

let the cycles begin