Dazed and Confused
The night is as intense as my love,to the needy ones i miss up above.
In my younger days i frolected and played,
now im a wife and mom to be slaved.
My heart is neither warm or cold,
but my mind is getting old.
My body was is good as new,
but now im even good to even make it through.
my soul has always been good,
but even to this day im misunderstood.
My socialness is no more than less.
but my friendship and love has always been the best.
The pain i endure mentally everyday,
seems to only get more hurtful in everyway.
Athough my heart will go on,
my mind and body will break at dusk till dawn.
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