Pain

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    • corath
    • I don't write in structure. I don't write often. I write when and how I feel.

    Pain

    The pain is coming form so many angles
    Inside and out.
    I feel like I'm in  a prison.
    My body is the cell.
    There is no key I cna use to free myself.
    Your gone.
    They are gone.
    My anger is gone.
    Even with my kids I still feel the pain.
    I'm alone.
    I have no one.
    I look out on an empty world.
    I see the bright colors.
    I feel the gentle breeze.
    The cooling soothing rain washes over me.
    It's all empty.
    The colors of summer are upon us.
    So vivid so real.
    All I can do is look.
    I can't even cry.
    My heart is empty.
    It feels like pain.
    It's not.
    It's hollow. 

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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