Restless like the petals of a flower
Like them too, I die
Sadness scorns my every being
Making life so very hard to hold
A perpetual glee, lies cold and dormant
I long so much to smile
To regain my former self
Not this joke that I've become
A wistful sound nourishes the cries
I neglect myself so
With each kiss he has given
A little more I shall die
If only I could kiss goodbye
Yet it hurts to let go
Why hold onto something vile?
He is a child not knowing what he beholds
A craving so deep inside of my being
Will ring forever true
Darkness is my whole pathetic life
Love, hope and dreams are on the other side
©Kim Brown 20th August 2012
First written August 1992
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