All things come to an end,
even pain,
passes.
Leaks
from your pores,
like a tire loosing air,
slowly,
beyond notice,
until it empties.
Stranded,
you fill,
pump back up,
drive off.
Pain,
just tire tracks
of your past
All things come to an end,
even pain,
passes.
Leaks
from your pores,
like a tire loosing air,
slowly,
beyond notice,
until it empties.
Stranded,
you fill,
pump back up,
drive off.
Pain,
just tire tracks
of your past