This Pain

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    This Pain

    Alone in this bed
    is the worst place to be
    when you feel you've lost the fight.
    But then you see his face
    and you think its all better.
    When you get to that point
    of an ecstatic state
    it gets completely ripped away.
    So you go to your bed
    and just weep and weep
    until you know you're scraped raw.

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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

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

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