• Life
  • ,
  • Pain


    Tortured in the fate of my eternity

    What’s right are wrong I must see

    I need to believe there’s still a chance

    To console the thoughts that’s been trying to pass

    Suffering in this painful gas

    Thrown on me like im a peace of trash

    Locking up that painful stash

    Burning in my pocket like fire at its mass

    Looking for the truth

    But somehow searching the wrong way

    Cant control whats eager to come out of me

    Lost in the path of injustice grief

    Holding my tongue at the tip of my teeth

    Trying to find my righteous self

    Between all this hate and responsibility

    I need some help cant you see.


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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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