I CryA Poem by Erica RossA raw vent of my pain.
I cry because I am mad
Mad because I am sad Sad because I am crying Crying because I am hurt Hurt because of words Words that cut like swords Swords dipped in venom Venom of the Serpent I rage because of my impulse Impulse charges my wrath Wrath is only of God I Am the god of my path I feel pain in my heart Heart tenderly made Made into a ball A ball filled with disdain, So, I cry out of helplessness Helpless because I can't see See out of doom Doomed forever to be To be stuck with inadequacy Inadequate love Love is of God I Am the god of my love
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