Pain

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    Pain

     I am submerged in Pain, a pounding pressure
    A relentless heaviness I carry around
    I fear no escape and it wears on my soul
    A glimmer of light, then again to Darkness I drowned.

    I am bound to the bottom by shackles and chains
    The water surrounds, masking my flowing tears
    I struggle to breath, I struggle to escape
    I am not properly prepared, despite my years.

    We have so many choices, so many paths to choose
    If there is Light to be found, my quest this be
    I will endure this hell to get to the Other side
    I willingly opened the box and set the Beast free.

    Naivete didn't warn me how strong He was
    My body may be weak, but my mind has power
    This fight is NOT all in MY hands, this I know
    Until my last breath, I will not cower.

    I just wish the Pain would cease, recess away
    Let me live in the Light, a sparkle to shine
    Alas, I feel my Destiny is to be torn
    Half in the Light, half in the Dark...
    Balancing The Line.

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    trocka7 commented on Pain

    07-02-2009

    This is a great poem, I can definitely identify! Thank you for sharing your gift!
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    soulwriter commented on Pain

    06-25-2009

    "We have so many choices, so many paths to choose" - you chose a great way to describe the path that sometimes chooses you! I enjoyed the exclamation of metamorphic light and dark, weathered away to sustain the pain! Well done, Write ON
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    bandit1192 commented on Pain

    06-25-2009

    Very well written. I knew as soon as I saw your comments on my poems I would find another gem from you. I am still a fan. Keep up the good work. TS
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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