LIFE AND DEATH

A peom

Does anyone understnd the pain inside?

Is the pen and white paper, streaching endlessly on forever my only friend?

 Along inside, no one their to hear my sceams. Thoughs are flying around in a never ending tempest

Unquelled and homeless in the lonely pit of dispair. 

 The tears will not fall. They will not trickle down my painted cheeks. Am I a monster? 

Everything is botteled up inside untill I write. And the words and emotions flow onto the white, they slip away.

My shell is a little less hollow as some of the agony slips away. The ink is my blood, black and sacred. SImple and yet so complex no one of things eside God can dechiper it.

 The pain is so endless until the death comes. Written is my last testimony to that moment. I must let it go to move on. I must retain some of it to life.

 

 The white is an endless exspanse ahead of me. The black is a trail of tears behind me. An undescernable begining, and an ending nowhere in sight...

                                                                  The words, my words, flow endlessly infront of me, on forever...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

My shell is a little less hollow
as some of the agony slips away.
Nice write.