Hurt
A constant flowing,draining thought,
Deep inside it ought to rot
Cold and lifeless limp and done,
A heart so battered loved by no one
Wrenching, pulling at the strings,
Saying oh the meanest things
The hurt and pain of everything causing,
Moments and seconds I find myself pausing
Clouded and streaming down my face,
Tears so thick from another place
Beaten, broken into pieces of a story,
stared down now by the man in all his glory
Down I go and there I'll stay,
Hidden for ever as I fade away
Copyright © Michelle Belanger | Year Posted 2014
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