Dark Is My Days
Dark Is My Days
As I sit here listening to silence, another part of me has died, wilted like a wildflower cold in the night.
There's no end to this pain that has taken root in my soul, a sprout that never buds in a heart that has turned ice cold.
I pray these days end quickly and sleep gives me peace. Yet, I awaken to a nightmare you left behind with me.
My tears fall like blood spilling from an open wound. Deep and throbbing, I feel my life fading away. The sun outside is shining, but dark is my days!
© 2015 Missy Smith