Sunny Days
Spiraling, spinning out of control.
Can't you tell that it's taking a toll.
Stabbing, burning, constant pain.
Sub-par eyes glossing over again.
Today's the day to finally release;
To let go, to slip into glorious peace.
Eyes hazing, head rolling, going to sleep.
Fog thickens, head spinning; won't somebody weep.
Look up as she dies, bright skies turning gray.
No one would save her, goodbye sunny days.
Copyright © Kayla Evans | Year Posted 2018
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