Voices Poem, by D.Troutman , at My poetic side

There is things that happen without reasons, Feelings and pain that flow like the seasons. How do I cope with this pain inside, I just want to crawl into a hole and die. These games these things need to be explained. the return of the Relentless ripping of my love has my soul blood-stained. Drips, drips, tears,tears fall puddling on the ground deeper and deeper it rises and in my own sorrow I drown. Feelings of relief overwhelm my mind that this may be the end of my time. Then the memories begin to flow like the bloout od from the rip in my heart. Voices From Afar yell out "we cannot let you part." It was the voices of two little boys saying "Daddy are going to be alright." A smile runs across my face brief and only half. So I keep on going cause they need me in their life to guide their path.