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These are subtle glimpses I get from the lives of the people around me, written as poems. Some refer to me; most don't. Enjoy.

Forgetting Pain

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by thisisme314

by thisisme314

How can one forget how to breathe?

How can one stop days from aging?

Can one simply tell the pain to leave?

Or does it take someone stronger?

When do I start feeling again?

When can I feel less numb?

I suppose it's when I can give up on you

And get out from beneath your thumb.

I've used my last words,

I've used up all my will.

I've turned the page, not to look back,

Yet I feel I live in the past still.

I've tried everything to forget,

From sleep to art to pain,

Many sleepless nights I spent

Trying to get through the rain.

So, how can one forget how to breathe,

When she's taking her last breath?

And the unforgotten pain

Lingers on the wings of death.

AGD

Sorry for such a dark poem. Had a bad day and this sort of came of it. On a brighter note: Please comment and vote!!!