Poem #5
#5 of My Poems
another short one.
To think that when life ends,
that end to this journey,
means no more pain,
even if i'm gone.
Sometimes, i wish it to end,
As the pain mounts higher,
Digging into my soul.
As i cry to sleep,
Weeping salt down my cheeks,
Why would the powers test me so?
The pain mounts, growing harder to ignore,
In my head, i can feel so much more.
The people in pain around me,
Like molten glass in my skull!