Living can be such a bind,
especially when it’s torture.
When you wake to silence,
go to bed in silence.

When you are alone.
Alone to weep.
Alone to remember.
Alone to regret.

Life itself.
Where did life go wrong?
When I was born?
Seems like it.

When I was smashed in ’87?
Lying in agony beneath the skip?
Putting those arms out to save myself
was the worst mistake.

One of many.
I would not have known what was
coming in ’88.
Nor ’09.

Let alone ’11.
I know now of course.
Forced to live out this life.
Forced to drink the poison.

Forced to stay put.
Regardless of what I want.
Release into spirit.
Release into paradise.

Release into that realm
where love reigns supreme.
Where pain and suffering end
finally.

I remain of course.
Waiting, wondering.
Crying like a babe
recently spewed from the womb.

I wait whilst the eternal
question remains.
Why must I live?

This is steeped in intensity, pain and personal tragic. Honestly portrayed.

Through all the pain, suffering, and shallow thoughts of all that we LIVE,,,this world at times feels like its slowly pushing us aside
Smothering, taking, draining our core of sweet emotions.
But God made us strong,,and with a great abilty to KNOW our futures
SO WE ALL STAY AND SEE,,all that we shall become....

Nice write man....