Some nights I wish I could sleep all the time;
Others I want to stay awake always.
Finally, it is midnight. The bells chime.
Once again, the stars start to fade away.
The morning is coming and I'm still here;
I never shall disappear with the stars.
With the morning sun comes another fear,
A fear that they were set too high, those bars.
And as I stare out of my window now,
The sad feeling of loneliness returns.
My pain is gentle, like a cat's meow.
But I can feel it; in my soul it burns.
I hurt terribly, yet no not can see.
They look at a stranger who isn't me.
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For Those in Pain
PoetryEverybody hurts at one time or another. Life is filled with pain and sorrow. It is the darkness that clouds our minds, and attacks our hearts. Sometimes, the pain can not be adequately expressed in words. But we try to find the words to explain ours...
