Driven Through Pain

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Driven Through Pain

Pain and deathly coldness to a harsh rough love never to be shown
Never knowin gif any had loved her today,yesterday, or tomorrow
Always lying underneath a quilt of a hoping childish love
But still is never gotten
Once left to die on a concrete floor suffering a hopeless love
So much beauty in this hearted soul with unconditional love to love and be loved pushing to a further
Realizing her so called lost eyes , hidden behind blue or green, to be a feature of hoping demise to go beyond limits of a silly life
Finally finding a love that wont give upand is only for the real to succeed
Smiles and endless laughter of seeming a forever pain and injustice to come upon
A shiverin gsurface of mended pieces of fearless hope never to understand why a certain love will never let go
Only wantin ga hug of gratification and voices of temped ease to say a such meaning
Beauty and so much shinyin gloat she will never see in ones self to achieve the nonachievable
Only to conqour what she helps in everyone else
Now she knows it is time to put out that blustering fire of endless pain she fought for so many years.
Only to know that if she said to be never known for this lifetime of hurt will never be known for all the beauty will be grabbed bythe one that promised Forever to her
That promise saw this pain in the lying boldness of her faulty eyes
whispering "now is the time to release the scattered demons back to their domain"
Scarred of whtas to come through nurtured words that praise a single feeling of freedom
Finally free of the dungeoned chains to a new rise of life and free'ed thoughts of the future to come

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sundanceatnight commented on Driven Through Pain

06-17-2009

That was very deep felt and understood, you have alot of buried emotion in your very bold words. In other words I really like the way you write , it reminds me of someone...

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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