TIME TO GIVE UP
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
Tears on the pillow
Mood rather mellow
The sun may be yellow
But turning rather blue
All because of you
Can’t step out
No voice left to shout
No ears listen any more
The key is in the door
But at the other side
Locked in
Like rubbish in the bin
Just have to hide
You can’t say I haven’t tried
It’s not been an easy ride
Shavings of tenderness
Struggling with breathlessness
Gaps should be filled
Loving has been killed
Laughed at
Spat at
Trapped like a rat
Poisoned by day
Left choking at night
The pain won’t go away
It’s dark no light
Time now to give up the fight
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