No Matter What
She sits.
Patiently waiting;
For the memories to come
Just like they always do.
Life does not always play fair,
All you can hope for
Is for the odds to be in your favour.
She knows no respite from the pain.
It comes no matter what she does.
So there she is.
Waiting.
Cos when 'IT' comes
It always hit hard
In all the right places.
Fast-hitching breathe,
Fears she can't explain;
And a big deep hole that she has no hope of filling,
Even though she has to;
Suddenly makes itself known.
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PoetryThe mind is not always full of light or hope. It is also a dark place, full of random thoughts that can either make or mar....and its not always your choice to make.
