These thoughts....

Something that never goes

Just let the pail live,

Like a beating soul,

Curse to never rest ,

Left shattered with a broken heart in my chest,

For if one second this pain could disappear,

Instead it choose to stay an endless venom,

Hopefully the venom will kill me.

I've found the cure.

I'm cursed for life for the burden I am.

Let me die cause I'm too weak,

I've Suffered for so long,

I know what I speak remains untrue.

Behind a smile I'm force to hide,

When do I find happiness?

Once I look inside,

These thoughts once belong to me,

Only half of them still do.

Still feel the venom seep,

But now it doesn't run so deep,

Tolerance or acceptence?

I choose to accept this karma of mine,

We all deserve to die in our own time.

Reviews

[reviewer]

Aye, the nasty venom CAN kill. We are our thoughts.
Your writing is powerful, sad, but can give someone hope.
Thank you.
I will continue to read all of your poems CaSi