Who lives inside this body,the one I now call home.
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So many many spaces,so many empty rooms.
Ones once filled with laughter,joy,zest,a thrill for life.
Seem to have traded places with sadness,pain and strife.
Days of work and wonder that made my life complete.
They've disappeared behind the walls,at times peak out at me.
I see them in the shadows, a darkness, just a hue.
tiny little glimpses of someone I once knew.
As darkness turns to morning,I start another day.
I try to find that person,the one that went away.
I wish I knew where she's gone ,how she could be found.
But she's not coming back,she's moved on to unknown ground.
Awaken in the morning,I can't move my hands.
My hips and feet refuse to meet the task that I demand.
But I'll trod on this path of pain,though I don't understand.
For there are others also, that live within this land.
They smile through the teardrops,prod on against the load.
Beauty in the Ashes, tender heartfelt souls.
Bring comfort to the weary,and a hand to hold.
Strength within my weakness,coloring my woes.
Brighten up the shadows,help me forget the pain.
Pertty painted rainbows, among this monsoon rain.