The seas couldn't drown it,
the skies couldn't swallow it.
I tried hiding in a bed or roses,
But I felt it.
I tried depressing in an infant's giggle,
But I felt it.
I tried disappearing in the worldly crowd,
But I felt it.
I tried dissociating in the dead's numbness,
But I felt it.
I tried striving in a soldier's pride,
But I felt it.
I tried peaking in a prostitute's moans,
But I felt it.
I tried breezing in the Autumn's breeze,
But I felt it.
I tried falling in the criminal's path,
But I felt it.
I tried looking inside a mother's pride,
But I felt it.
I tried diving in the envied's eyes,
But I felt it.
I tried diminishing in the proudy's denial,
But I felt it.
I tried dancing in the first rain,
But I felt it.
I tried sneaking in the billionare's wealth,
But I felt it.
I tried adjusting in the lusty's curls,
But I felt it.
I tried slaying in the daughter's betrayal,
But I felt it.
I tried examining a happy married's life,
But I felt it.
The pain is there,
the pain is real.
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Final Throes Of The Unfurling
Poetry"I strived to rise but every rise has a fall, I quit, I quit and that's all." Just a bunch of emotions sucked by the pen and bled on the pages. Can be seen in the dried marks on the pillow, Dark hollows of rapidly blinking eyes, And the corners of...
