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The stinging behind my eyes
The sobs echoing outside
Cause me to close my eyes
But the stinging rings and fries
My watering pained eyes
The pain vibrating within
The sadistic laugh from above
Cause me to hold myself in a hug
And shake me on the outside
But the stinging behind my eyes !
Lowered down into the ground
Love of my life, uncle mine
Kindness radiated through your smile
Whether rain or shine
You made everything fine
The stinging behind my eyes
Shake me on the outside
Because of my pained watering eyes
Pain vibrating like on fire
Oh broken broken life of mine !
When pain reaches the top, makes you numb, makes you cry and cry, can a heart break more?
Can a sob reach out into the sky as far as the moon or sun?
Does pain ever stop while the horrors grow and grow?
Can "WHY HIM" be yelled out louder, more agonized?
When all else can no longer soothe, and tears no longer run, what else is there?
Can it be disrespect to the dead?
WHY HIM?
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Troubled
PoetryI am writing this on account of a random inspiration and the spark from my many fires. I hope you all enjoy it, or at least read and comment with kindness and empathy.
