Stannie's poetry - 1. Please don't cry

Please don’t cry. It’ll get better in time,

the pain will go.

Take the pills if it’s all too much, but only then.

Keep fighting,

my love,

because I know you can.

Oh, why you? There you are

with worried eyes radiating pain.

You look pale and I fear for you. How long will you have left,

my child.

There once was a time when all went well. I remember clearly.

We were happy, you and I.

And no, I don’t know when

it did start,

maybe it was there all along. And to

think I was with you every moment and still didn’t notice anything.

Or did I secretly know it,

but did I want to forget?

It’ll all get better, I thought.

I was naive.

The future always seems to be the solution

to the past.

But time only knows one direction and soon the future is the past.

Then the solution is

a part of the problem. Only then

the darkness is the solution,

and however it only hides,

it soothes the pain.

This pain rages on and you’re so powerless.

If only you were able to stand up

and look the evil in its eyes. If only

you were able to

use your talents.

And even if you’re not sick, the thoughts you

face,

are as serious.

Even if the pain of the memory is so bad

and even with those pills next to you,

the same pain

reminds you of life.

The memory is life.

The painkillers will take that away.

They stop the pain, that’s for sure,

but the pain won’t fully

disappear.

You only give the pain away to people closest to you.

I won’t tell you it’s gonna be alright,

my dear.

Because the future is

not the promise that’ll make the past disappear.