"Suffering"

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deep and down

We are in a lonely dark place,

that surrounds darkness upon our face.

We are suffering without air,

leaving our hearts in despair.

We slowly fall deep,

leaving no sound not even

the sound of a heart beat.

If clouds could only hide the

darkness that we face,

our strongest pain,

Giving us no chance to even

play the game.

Our only cry was to be eternally

and deeply set us free.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I and Brad Bobak had written this piece together like 9yrs ago.
Alot has changed since then.

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Thecitymorgue Thecitymorgue's picture

I enjoyed your poem.

Ruth Lovejoy's picture

interesting piece from word go!