Agony Poem by Alyssa Diane

Agony



Every day grows harder,
Some days I can barely drag myself out of bed,
To grab a drink of water,
The memories all replay inside my head,
The way we used to laugh and play,
All gone and now there dead,
The way we used to smile and lay,
Now I'm full of dread,
The knife once my enemy now my friend,
Lay next to me in bed,
No matter how hard I try to breath,
I can't mutter a single word to speak,
It's like I'm slowly dying inside,
Suffering and pleading,
The way I feel is displeasing,
But there's nothing we can do,
But to just sit there, watch and wait,
And pray I come back to life.

Friday, September 12, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 12 September 2014

suffering and pleading, I like it, thanks.

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