Sometimes life bleeds..

Sometimes life bleeds, too much..

Sometimes life stings for no apparent reason, 

The shining sun no longer lights your path, 

The fragrance from the spring flower is missing, 

The swaying willows no longer grant you their shade,

Sometimes life stings for no apparent reason, 

The light of the day is darkened by the storm within, 

The eyes stare blankly through people and stop at a wall, 

A wall that is rotting in the bright day light 

Whose cracks creep to it’s core 

It’s surface covered by moss, 

Underneath lay it’s self, untouched by light, 

By air, by the freshness that surrounds it, 

Suffocating yet not dead, it remains ever so hidden, 

Beneath the green moss

Sometimes life stings for no apparent reason, 

When the sunrise no longer fills heart with joy, 

When it’s rays no longer strike the skin with a bundle of hope, 

When the early morning chirps of birds no longer tickle the ears to life, 

And when you begin today with the regrets of yesterday.

The sting of life maybe makes me fall,

But one still holds the flickering,

Flame of hope and faith.

Sometimes life stings for no apparent reason, 

When the aching inside becomes a part of you, 

When you no longer feel alive the way you used to feel, 

When every breath you take seems to exasperate the pain within, 

And when every moment seems to remind you of the one that just died.

Life stings for no apparent reason, 

When you start falling apart from within, 

When the moss has been there for too long, 

When the cracks widen with time and the core begins to stagger, 

And all you can do is watch it fall apart, into pieces that would never fit together, 

Ever again.

It makes me fall and falter,

But repose the hope and faith,

Even though the flame flickers by winds of adversity.