Heartworm

Bitter thoughts, sweet sorrys
Hate I've caught, feelings I no longer carry.
Dreams that yearned for reality,
Faded as you were no longer a vitality.
My soul sings, as my heart rupturely stings.
The pain that comes, is masked by the comfort you bring.
From laughter to screams
My life's nightmare is finally a daydream.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometimes good things take time.
"The pain that comes, is masked by the comfort you bring.
From laughter to screams
My life's nightmare is finally a daydream."
I liked the hopeful ending in the poem. Thank you Daniealla for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Daniealla]

Thank you for reading my work and yes not all endings will be bad. We just have to wait and be hopeful. :))

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right and you are welcome Daniealla.