I was taken by it before I knew
Wish I had known to save myself
From the misery that would follow through
The anguish I feel is like daggers drawn
Piercing me in several spots
With my heart ripped into pieces, blood drips unseen
The pain manifold, I never sought
Broken down and depressed is how I feel
Wasted love, wasted years have gone down the drain
Despair and exhaustion runs through my veins
Will I survive, will I remain?
This poem I have penned is in lieu of my son, and what he is going through at present.
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