The Living Pain
By: April Terry
She stands out in the mist of everyone,
Waving her hands franticly,
Hoping that someone,
Anyone see her.
She yells out as loud as she can,
But they all just keep,
Going about there business.
She thought they were her family,
She thought they were her friends,
But in her time of need,
None of them,
Are here for her.
She jumps up and down,
Waves big red flags in the faces,
And yet the still see nothing,
And she cries.
Cries like there’s no tomorrow,
Because to her,
It feel as if there won’t be,
As if this is her end.
The pain is so deep,
The blood is so dark,
She does all she knows how,
And conforms into the pain.
Living the pain,
Becoming one with the pain,
Knowing the pain has never,
Turned its’ back to her.
Watching as the blood,
Slowly drips to the floor,
And as time has it toll,
And darkens its color.
Wishing that she could flow,
As freely as her blood,
Fascinated by the path,
It chose to the floor.
