Pain

by Shante Richards
(Atlanta)

Pain Is Like A Thief In The Night It's Always There Reminding Me Of My Despair.

It's Quick To Stab Me In The Front Because It's Just That Kind,

Replays All My Misery In My Mind. For What Is It That It Wants Me To See?

Ahhhhaa That's It. It Want's To See Me Broken It Want's To See Me Bleed Bright Red Drops From My Veins.

I Cuddle Up In A Ball To Try and Lock Away My Pain But Alas What Is The Point...

What Can I Do When I am Nothing But An Open Wound! .

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