CRUSHED

As the cold dries my lips,

Ironically........

I feel a stinging pain,

In the depth of my heart,

The pain that cannot be mentioned,

Ironically.............

This cancer within me is caused,

By a being that is part of me,

Part of my heart.

Ironically.............

I'd do anything for this creature,

Eventhough it pains me with insults.

Ironically...............

The one you care most,

You can never open up to,

because of the fright of rejection.

Ironically....................

I pray with each day that passes,

I will learn to forget the pain and look into the LIGHT within this creature.