Pockets Filled With Grief

by reginadee2014

Pockets Filled With Grief

Pockets Filled With Grief
Regina Puckett

With each pocket filled with grief
And a heart chiseled out of disbelief
I move from hour to hour and day to day
Mouthing words my lips refuse to say
Maybe one day I’ll trip, crash and fall
Putting an end to the pain of it all