Pain

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    Pain

    He lurks in the
    Shadows,
    This teenage
    Boy whose long dark
    Hair
    Hides his face,
    And he waits.
    He wishes yet
    Again that
    He was
    Not Pain,
    Not darkness
    But strength,
    Light.
    He hates the
    Pain he
    Causes,
    And his pain seeps
    Into the shadows,
    Surrounding him
    Until it consumes all
    Who come near.
    He always hated it,
    And tried to look
    On the bright side.
    He was not
    Death,
    He was not
    Misery,
    And he watched
    Others,
    Those he had hurt,
    And they always
    were better soon…
    Weren’t they?

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

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

    Poetgal’s Poems (33)

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    My Masks 2
    Silence 0
    An antique mirror 0
    Pain 0
    4 ways 0
    3 ways 0
    Anything for love 0
    The music of a four year old 0
    Off the wall 0
    Let me end this sorrow 0
    Like rain 0
    Life is 0
    a group poem 0
    Overheard 0
    6 ways 0
    In My Mind 0
    untitled 0
    Silent Tears 0
    Knife Kiss 0
    if you lie 0
    dreams 0
    life? 0
    Just one... 0
    pitter patter 0
    never 2
    Wrist Blood 3
    i can't... 3
    Real Friends 2
    sometimes....
    .
    3
    My Eyes 3
    Run away... 1
    Love.... 0
    I'm Sorry...... 2