Isn’t the clouds pass over storm
Like a simple question kept in secret.
I had one question in my secrets,
Why pain doesn’t hurt my mind,
But a physical sickness does deep?
Whatever your name may have,
Try rebuilding what we destroyed,
Before I leave, you made a promise,
In darkness we can’t get ride alone,
I’ll see the evening in your arms.©sjwordsmith
Doodle Another Life | Poem