My first poem published on this blog will be one I wrote a while ago, and it sort of explains why I write.
"Pain"
The pain felt
the need for something
anything
I try to scream
but nothing comes out
my voice is gone
All that remains
is a piece of paper
a pencil
and the pain
The pain felt
the need for something
anything
I try to scream
but nothing comes out
my voice is gone
All that remains
is a piece of paper
a pencil
and the pain
I like your stuff. I write this under your pain one its the third verse of a song I wrote
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I've been searching for miles or weeks and years now I think I'm just a ghost
But pain lept up inside and said I'm making love a Home
On a Journey for the Journey's sake Till I rest my weary bones