Hurting Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I am so much in hurting
As my feelings now go
Times are in shadows flirting
Coming in sadness slow
I didn't get the thinking
What was going on?
Just the outside mar blinking
Before much if it was gone

I´ve become almost lost
In this game of believe
And my heart double-crossed
In its way and grieve
There is no war to be won
Only suffering stray
That keeps pondering on
In their timeless and play

We will all be tried
In what we have become
And what inside has died
From firing thoughts from
There are diseases unlocked
On the road to burnish wears
Only now to be shocked
In our own unsecure tears