Music Of The Pink

A poem about the pain I sometimes feel.

 Music Of The Pink

I can feel the pain in the air

Attacks me from everywhere

People just stand and stare

Seeming to not even care

I dig my trench and climb in

I fight and fight but never win

Always end up back where I begin

Clawed out from within

Looking backwards into my past

Frozen cold from the shadows it cast

They say that it will not last

But life it does go by so fast 

Sins undeniable that I cannot defend

Cast about like trash in an ill wind

With a broken heart that will not mend

In the end what is the end?