Its the kind of pain that breaks you down piece by piece
The kind that gets beneath your skin
The deepening pressure overwhelms the one who cannot breathe the air of the unfortunate
Icy winds cold to the touch, lingering with the scent of beauty
Rosy cheeks signing a taste of life while death rocks in a chair
waiting for the day those cheeks turn gray
Trying to cut the line that binds those to sanity
Deep in the mind, a prison
Holding the catastrophes of the world
Never to remember, never to forget
Aching pain turns to numbness in the mind of defeat
Those who fall, fall with pride
Those who cower, live a lie
Bide by the circle but never commit
We celebrate life like its a gift
But life's no prize either
A hand can only be held for so long
Say what you want and think what you can
In the end, its only you who truly understands
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From the Soul
PoetryI write poems sometimes so here they be along with other thoughts and short stories
