The Pain
The only thing
That kept me going,
Was the thought
Of all the pain
I would cause.
And now,
The ache has
Dulled,
The pressure
Released,
The world
Carried on.
Now I can
Laugh,
And forget.
Write,
And forget,
As the words
Are sucked
Into the paper,
Like drunken tears.
They evaporate,
Leaving no pain,
Behind them.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2006-05-17 at 19:27
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