These words and phrases are written in vain
As we convince ourselves we have right to complain
We loathe such pity and bathe in our shame
What more do we seek than to entertain?
Light may shine upon paper and pen
But when words aren't enough, what shall we do then?
A truth that has proven so hard to contend
Despite being told these things time and again
No words can amount to the pain that I feel
When my mind slips away and remembers what's real
There's an ache in my veins that's so hard to conceal
As I bury it deeper, it refuses to heal
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A Collection Of Poetry
PoetryI'm only a human, trudging through this world in the same way as many others. I may not be very good at poetry, but I enjoy it, despite what I usually write about. Let's just say I'm not exactly the most optimistic brick in the wall.
