Smile and sigh, <br />Laugh and cry, <br />Let loose a single tear. <br /> <br />Every day you try, <br />Yet in sorrow you lie, <br />And cast away the preventing fear. <br /> <br />In your heart a constant hurt, <br />As your feet trail through the sodden dirt, <br />And track in a mess over the wooden floor. <br /> <br />Sleepily you sit on your bed, <br />Tired of the pain, tired of the dread, <br />As these thoughts shake you to your core. <br /> <br />A urge that wishes to be fed, <br />To let it slide, turn it red, <br />Let it run to the sodden wood floor... <br />I really just don't care anymore... <br /> <br />The marks I bare upon me, <br />A constant and relivable memory, <br />A reminder I shall always posses. <br /> <br />As I let these thoughts flow free, <br />I feel my self let loos the pain inside of me. <br />Letting out all the things I repress. <br /> <br />This is how I always will be, <br />Until my body is weakened and cannot stand anymore, <br />And finally I am pulled down to the sodden, red stained, wood floor.<br /><br />Poet of the River<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-hours-tick-by-sad/
