Another ring on a trembling hand,
Another teary smile,
A life to live with dreams so grand,
I'll be in bed awhile.
Faking my joy to match their own,
There's only so long I can last,
Forcing myself not to cry,
yet feeling my chance has passed.
Is it experience or discontent,
To think them all too young?
I'm trying so hard to not resent
Their giddy love so newly sprung.
Can I learn to sleep my grief away?
I want to disappear,
To never return to the light of day,
To never hold empty, loveless air.
I'm so tired of silence,
But it's the only thing that welcomes me.
My only companion my own beating heart,
And I guess that's as content as I ever can be.
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // drink goblin // arizona desert rat
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