Monday Mourn

Was soaked in pain for almost three months, seems my body’s immune to whatever type of it. And as I go through not paying much attention to the smallest part of this, I am bound to wait and see what Gods plans for me.

I am waiting. Seeking somewhat hiding but still, hoping for better days.

I want you to know that you’re my ticket to runaway train. You’re my relief to every aching cell, my ears to screaming silence, but I don’t want this one to be the recoil to hide whatever I must. I don't want to hurt you, so please warn me if I do.

What would it be if without you.