all the time

written in 1996 it was a point of view of how i felt about my mother

The sorrow and pain,
seems like yesterday.
That lied deep in this heat of mine.

The tears and shame,
are just today.
That is growing stronger with time.

The hurt and agony
is always felt.
Within the walls of my mind.

The happiness and joy,
is never upon me.
For the world is not so kind.

The happy tears are never near,
in these far away eyes of mine.
But it really doesn't matter,
for it happens all the time.