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...