A soul digressing
in its own wake
pain so unbearable
it unmasks hate
Drained of will
hurt - unabashed,
unveiled, unashamed
unbelievably sweet
To un-live, un-die
to undo fate with
the last dawn
of tears unmade
A cherished ache
mine, all mine
to uncreate
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why can't people write HAPPY poems?!
In the words of Khalil Gibran - Joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.
And in the words of Robert Frost - Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the grievance.
Nice idea with this site its better than most of the rubbish I come across.
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