20 August 2012
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
Inner Sadness • Opuss № I