Hidden pain

A life of no meaning, feeling blue and strange everyday. Is this still what they call life? seas of thorn on the pathway. The little me has been consumed by pain I've lost my voice, no words to say. My two watery eyes are speaking loud listen, for tears will be the price to pay. Days turn week and weeks month still I haven't seen any ray. Children playing with their parents what has taken mine away? My immatured poor heart is dying for in it, pain finally has a stay. Nothing can bring back my gold and silver no matter how hard I pray. I will remain here in the cold even after numerous days. Now I have discovered, this world isn't a place to stay. © Poetaster