The pain with in

From the pain

that dwells with in

i sit and write

yet once again.


always a part of my life

something always missing

missing from my life.

Lost my mom

lost my dad

not too many friends

i ever had.

Always a loner

kept every thing bottled inside

so many times

i have broke down and cried.

I talk to god every day

why lord

why must i be this way.

Some times the movies i watch

make me cry

it breaks my heart

when children die.

But iv`e taken so many bumps

in my life

my heart seems to be hardened

to every day life...

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Cherisse U's picture

Brillant words from search an excellent poet.