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Why do I cry these tears of pain,

I can’t release my Heart,

Can’t unscramble my brain.

I sit here and write these words

with the intent to make rhymes,

But my voice goes unheard

and I get lost in the hands of time.

I hate my life but love living it,

It doesn’t make much sense.

I am losing myself bit by bit.

Incarcerated in myself,

Sentenced to a Life term.

No possibility for parole,

What lesson must I learn?

Why do I cry these tears of pain

I continue to ask myself,

Answers do not come,

Afraid to ask someone else.

My happy days rarely come,

They show up unexpectedly.

I have walked the unwalkable,

But now I must try to run.

These tears of pain still show up,

But I am slowly conquering fears,

And in time these tears of pain

will slowly become painless tears.









Michael C. Lucas