Paint My World Black Poem by chris schwartz
Paint My World Black
It gets harder and harder,
not to feel the pain,
The scars,
I am at war with myself,
And with you, every day.
My innocence keeps crawling back,
Telling me,
To make you go away.
You won't leave,
And others
Come and go.
They don't understand
They can't understand,
The Battle that has
Damned near put me under
And I might just be
Okay with that.
I was in your life
For a reason
What the reasoning was.
But I'm roaming
Through these seasons
Bumping off Walls
From Dawn til dusk.
I keep painting
The Plaster,
A new look,
A new way,
A new life,
Then you take out
Your black sharpie,
And color my world
With your darkness.
Please, God, make you,
Go Away.
Feeling pain continuously for long time is thought provoking. Pain makes a person harder is so sad. Through these seasons from dawn til dusk darkness whispers. But still we hope for love and light. Interestingly drafted poem is shared...10
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5/6/2024 3:30:46 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Innocence, once lost, can never be restored. But neither do you have to simply stand by & let the darkness consume and destroy you. Don't let it win. God will make the ugly perpetrator with the black sharpie go away, because God is light and can overcome darkness and evil. You just keep covering over with bright pastels, and eventually Mr. Sharpie will move on to an easier victim.