The pain of life fogs my eyes;
With darkness and sad goodbyes.
It shivers me down to the bone
With a whimper and a heart of stone.
My skin stings from memories so long.
My brain is fried from a painful song.
The heart cracked by several things.
A skeptical judgement with what the world brings.
A voice so broken from screaming at the sky.
Religion was debated kept asking God why?
Every ounce of my being was wrecked from deep within.
My life was horrible only because it didn't begin.
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Forever Falling
PoetryLife always finds away to knock us down, and this is the poetry of the things that continue to make me fall. The sad thing is I can never catch a grip on life so I'll continue to fall.... forever.
