Lying in bed, late at night.
wide awake when the world rests,silent
I always have these
tears to cry
Tears of pain run down my cheek,
wishing I was able to hold the one I seek.
A life of lonliness filled with
pain….
I live in present with a mind in
past
Left with all these questions of
WHY?
At times just want to Run and Hide
From all the Pain
But this pain will
never leave me be
I remain prone,
tired of tossing around.
a prisoner to my bed.
Finally sitting up in disgust,
for the sleep that remained a
dream.
