The age increases n so does the remorse!
Forge smiles make their way out the lips,
The pain within…still afresh!
Time never seems to work on the wounds,
They remain exposed for the heart to feel!
Every moment the heart cries for an end, either to the pain or this life!
Nothing seems to help
There seems no cure…
For it seems a vicious circle….that always comes back!
Wonders the heart dreams of...
a life with less, but true smiles!
The realm fades off each time the night falls,
the tension raises the pulse!
Whatever has become of that soul is at disposal,
the language of the heart lost in signs!