Concealed by the day as
timeless memories flood my thoughts
of days when the sun set in my heart
slumbery nights I long for now
I remain dull and empty
as if the ‘well’ fell off of my ‘being’
death changes the soul
and the Poison is Grief
it still seeps in my veins
no drug of choice abides
Toxic medicine of family is prescribed
one fine day an Epiphany is reached
This is My Life and it’s not up to me
no matter what they say
it’s concealed by the day
all the pleasure found in time is not mine
little bitty pieces of myself I just give away
each and every day if you only knew my pain
it would make your heart break...
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