This pain I feel.

Short poem, written for release.

This pain I feel,
Burning like a wicker home inside my breaking heart �"
Why must it come to me today?
Why can it not just go away?

He looks at me and asks the words I want him most to say.
And what do I say? Nothing.
What do I mean? Everything.
The pain is burning hotter still but the words won’t pass my lips.
They’re trapped and locked in an empty soul,
Trapped and locked.
Trapped.
Locked.

The cage around my heart grows smaller each day.
To get out of bed is a challenge.
To speak is a perilous quest.

In this world, this murderous world,
It is ungodly to have to feel �"
Ungodly and painful

And so unreal.

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[boyinblue]

In this world, this murderous world,
It is ungodly to have to feel "
Ungodly and painful
And so unreal.

Well said. Comforting to know someone else feels that way. gd write.

maybe you're afraid.
or maybe for you it isn't right. not yet, anyway.