I Just Do... Poem by Kirsten GrayWolf

I try to write the happy things.
But they never come out right you see.
Words of love with dark shadows.
People dieing from love's arrows.
Sunlight just doesn't reach my clouded world.
Destroyed slowly as the beasts claws unfurled.
Putting my soul in odious chaos.
Darkening as many a body drops.
I feel the sickness creeping through my veins.
And I have the deepest pains.
Shadows to smoke. Clouds pour tears.
Haven't felt like this in years.
Sickness comes from virus and love.
I'm sure he fell from above.
Dark stains of blood surround my heart.
Yes, I too have been stained by love's dart.
Happy along the lines.
But no one ever looks in my eyes.
If they did, then they would see.
But no one can really care for me.
Few who try can see my true smile.
But others do things to me, so vile.
Save me, one.
Before I run.
To the grip of death.
Save me dear, or take my last breath...