Hilary Marks | Sunday, 25 July 2021 | Print
Hilary Marks
let me be the driver down this memory lane,
where pain changes everything
Just as the moon eclipses the sun
So my mind becomes a collage of misery
When happiness doesn’t seem more
of an option, Life seems to sway apart
I wholly live to feel anything I do
shouldn’t be considered done
Pain is like a meal that has lost its taste
and when you eat of it, it becomes tasteless
A sheep that has lost its shepherd,
it becomes vulnerable. Pain births hate and hate births pain.
Daily I Drench my soul with a splash of fear.
I’m lovin’ it, it became a part of me since
my fragile body took a walk down checkpoints
where lost becomes hope, I’ll swear I saw hell
So let me transform this spot into a cathedral for relief,
where pain becomes desolate.
Copyright@ Hilary Marks
Posted 1:23 pm | Sunday, 25 July 2021
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