Pain…experienced by many, and truly understood by few
Mental paroxysm
Physical anguish
Torment tearing apart the very soul
Many would give anything to go back to the very start
But that is inconceivable
Many have tried to live life without regret, and told themselves many times that they do not have any
However they’ve done nothing but commit self deception
Ignored signs, and looked past many sins
Left with nothing but blood, sweat, and tears without even the simplest understanding
Looking at one’s life and who or what fills the voids
Never looking into the souls of those with influence
True pain? That is an experience I would never wish upon another
Lost loved ones, broken bones or hearts don’t compare
Comprehending life’s purpose is what true pain is
Being able to peer into dark souls
Look past good intentions
Understanding true colors
Life’s purpose is pain
Saturday, December 18, 2010
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I love how your poetry is so rhythmic even when the rhymes aren't overt it has a nice flow. I think that makes the last line so jarring. It really leaves a lasting impression with the reader. Welcome Back.
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