Sometimes, that’s what pain looks like
when you try to fly and there’s everything
that’s pulling you down,
when the world stops making sense
and you never know what reality is,
sometimes when you have no dreams to look on to
and no memories to fall back on,
when everything’s pitch black
and the world could never be more gray.
I guess that’s when you have felt loss
like the hole you could never fill,
a mirage on its own
and more than you could ever know.
It’s like a moment you pause
and rewrite it over and over
until everything turns out right,
but just not reality,
when guilt and regret is all that you have
to push you in punishing yourself
and hoping for a miracle,
going places where the illusion never ends
and the pain never passes,
where truth itself becomes a lie.
That’s when the sun starts crying,
filling in cracks
through the rain it brings,
when dusk is no more than just colors
pulling in eyes of the living,
sometimes that’s what pain looks like,
looking up and wandering
where the world lost its charm
and when life stopped breathing love,
when solitude let us be bold
in feeling misery over and over again.
Sometimes, that’s what pain feels like,
in a faraway tide,
sometimes,that’s what life seems like
in a very dark, dark night.
·poetry