the pain

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its been years since ive been here

the pain

pain as cold as ice
with words as soft as stone
bless the eternal darkness
for giving me a home

my mind bleeds dark shadows
blackness corrupts my will
but I'll never be destroyed...
by what made me so ill

no more of the weakness
sadness and fear
no more of those days
as the pain disappears

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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