Hurt

Smiles broken like glass on stone. Newfound bliss
had turned to hell and burned within my tired heart.
Immoral demons, sickened views and bitter taste on
my scorched tongue. A black sunset on this otherwise
fair day, it's darkness bearing down like a lead blanket
on my back. If the sun would rise again, if it's golden
rays would once more warm my body... lest these cold
northern breezes continue to howl my name out in
delightful sadistic pleasure at my own tragic cost.
Cast them out and wallow in my own tortured mess...
Is this any different?

Paul M.