And Then there are the days
And then there are the days when the rain has stopped.
sunshine will follow the rain.
By all accounts I should feel the warmth.
My smile aches.
My heart
Breaks.
My cheeks are strewn not by rain this time but more tears.
I feel a part of me dying. I think of all the tears I’ve overcome, the one I’ve mopped up.
I think about how other people struggle, and see them get up again and again until, one day they don’t.
In these twisted moments of my melancholy; my heart beats even faster- than when I’m even tempered.
I realise I won’t die from heart ache or an abundance of leaked tears.
I won’t dehydrate.
I won’t become the next corpse poised in fledgling flight to arouse its soul.
So many words and questions I wish to ask.
I answer them myself-in moments of cowardice . In these moments of despair, I search for strength.
I love to see people I care about prosper.
I cry because
.. I shouldn’t have regrets.. but I’m beginning to wonder if I should….
Posted on Jul 11, 2022, in POETRY and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, Life, Nature, poems, Relationships, Stream of consciousness. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.
Daisy in the willows 
hope is to cope
not always the dope
what he did
should die in the past
which all too much and oftern
still doth cast dark shadows
as jonathan frid was vampire collins
for the wrong people we both have fallen
in lieu of someone like you
i say
hey i thank
you for those kind kudos
all those years ago~
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