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Pain
Contributed by
twisted_flayme
on
Friday, 30th August 2002 @ 01:31:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I lie here alone in segregation
For no-one understands.
There is no solice;
No sanctuary;
No respite
From the powerful malevolence
Which only I percieve.
Emotionally emaciated,
My former exuberance
And contagious naïvety and optimism
Are gone.
My mind, addled by jaded by
Thoughts and perceptions
Of things which I once thought of so well,
Seeks only to rest, even if but
For a short while,
As it is aware of the irrevocable repercussions
Of the things that have come to pass.
Yet it continues restlessly to be taunted,
And allows these taunts to continue,
Though it knows they could be stopped.
I now hate so many things,
Former friends and companions,
And as sure as the hand of Death kills
All who it touches, I am sure of
This bitterness,
This resentment,
This pain.
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Re: Pain
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jackee_line on
Friday, 29th November 2002 @ 06:43:31 AM AEST (User
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this poem as a lot of emotions and i can feel the pain.
a fine write |
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