Pain

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    Pain

     Pain lingers on dusty shelves.
    Horror seeps through windows that remain closed.
    I walk around looking at the ground,
    Empty hallows searching for something that is never there.
    I missed all the differed dreams,
    Always quick to pick up all of the children's
    High-pitched screams.
    I lost hope.
    Tomorrow is too far off and to think back to
    Yesterdays memories proves deadly.
    Other's warnings fall upon deaf ears-
    Tears turn into a bloody mess
    Never pretty to see but manages to
    Fascinate all.
    Left alone to fight off personal
    Demons.
    Weakness tries to take over-
    Most of the time I feel like giving up.
    Wonder what would happen.......     
           
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    Nadia1986 commented on Pain

    07-07-2009

    the poem reminds me of someone who has reached the end and is not sure were to go from here
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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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