Like tar you slowly weep
By the heat of the day
Cooking under pressure
Trying your might to hold it all together
The toxins fill and fill
Rising to the surface ready to burst
Bubbles forming around the edges
Praying that you can make it
Driving to the destination where the sun touches the ground
Faster and faster you run
Wishing the pain and suffering will just go away
POP
You lose your cool
Stuck, Trapped
Nowhere to go
Wondering where this life will go
What step to take
You lose the hope that kept you sane
The demons creep
All turns to black as the ooze still flows
Wondering when it will just stop
Crippled, insane
You cry for days with no tears to show but the reflection of a moonless night
Tired and beaten down
You lose the sight
Just like a tattoo as it leaves its mark
Imprinted on the soul just like a scar
That won't go away
The scab slowly peels
Yearning screams the heart hoping for a miracle
Step by step you begin to stand
Dealing the cards that you have in your hand
To make a new life with all that you have
Learning to cherish the little things
That don't make you sad
Anymore
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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