Pain
A feeling you can not describe.
A thought that travels without a ride.
One that has no help at all
That came from the house that's whole.
That lingers in the past.
That is as transparent as glass
That longes for embrace
That needs nurturing
That hides behind a lying face
Copyright © Mark Brucato | Year Posted 2013
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