Time goes so fast when you’re having fun,
So slow when you’re in pain,
I try in vain,
To sustain,
A smile,
The rain,
Falls as frigid tears on my windowsill,
To feel,
The things that cannot heal,
Only fester,
And rot,
A hot,
Putrid smell,
Of spoilt fruits,
Pollutes,
My pallet,
So I cannot taste the joy of the earth,
I birth,
A flood,
The pane,
That holds back the night,
Shatters,
As I fight,
To stay afloat,
Moonlit gargles,
In a luminescent blue,
I chew,
The thoughts down,
Like broken glass,
To the last,
Mouthful,
To savour,
The flavour,
Of life,
Good days will come again.
Original poem by © Darius the Mate
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