HILLS OF HURT

I’ve lived with ache

It’s my daily slice of cake

It is the bitter lake I drink

 

I’ve lived lone

My life feeling like a loan due

In it I’ve had to learn to feast on life’s acrid stew

 

I’ve strolled aimlessly for a heck long

All that I reveled in long forlorn

With longings of a day of smiles

Leagues away I gather

Miles

 

Candidly I know I’ll never come close even an inch

I guess I’ve to stick with this infuriating itch

The itch of having to live this way

Of having to live unloved

 

For that I feel like running atop a hill

Then yelling in the highest pitch

I’m unhappy

Every hour

Every minute

Every day

All the time.

 

 

 

Muzamir