This is Not my Pain, but His

This is Not my Pain, but His

A Poem by Ebb and Flow
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This is written for my best friend who was having a hard time with a few things in his life. Things have changed since then.

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Most days I wake up and realize that I'm still here, 
My heaving, caving chest swollen with this fear. 
I try to draw upon a strength that I do not retain, 
Put my feet on the floor ready to start this feign.  
My mind a constant storm where there’s no calm in sight, 
Day after day and night after night losing my incessant fight.    
Would it not be easier, to just give in and fade away?
Where my heart once beat is now chaos, a lovely disarray.  
I just want to feel again, to be among the living, 
However evil has broken me, and I shall not be forgiving.

© 2017 Ebb and Flow


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Added on November 25, 2017
Last Updated on November 25, 2017
Tags: Sadness, hope, depression, dark, poem, poetry, blood, harmless, poison, gravity, fatal, love, tender, heart, heartbroken

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Ebb and Flow
Ebb and Flow

Milton Mills, NH



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The names Krystina Michelle Walters Poetry is one of my soul passions in life. Without its passion I wouldn't understand the beauty of the written word or that beauty of this world. "Words have.. more..

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