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I feel by writing poems I release any pain or grief I might be feeling at the moment. My mother past away two years ago on January 26,2004 and ever since then I feel as if poetry is the only way I can cope with her death. I’ve been told by friends and family that in a lot of ways reading my poems they know what I’m going though. |
I walk this broken road of faith,
With nothing but my relentless hate...
Blood that runs so dark and pure,
It spills from my heart...
What is this feeling I feel inside?
Why can’t I sleep at night...
A single tear lay on her cheek.
She looks down at the rose in her lap...
I hear the screaming of my lonely soul.
I feel the pain of the hurt I canâ??t let go...