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Prisoner To My Pain

I stand here drowning, Under the invisible sea. I’m lost in my own emotions and I long to be set free. I don’t know if I can carry anymore, This heavy heart of mine. I wish to spill these feelings, but it’s a request my lips decline. The encapsulated tears boil within, and spill over my wounded heart. With every single burning drop, I feel myself fall apart. In the silent moments, My thoughts acquire free reign. I try my hardest to forget, that awfully blinding pain. Is it too much to ask, for someone to come along? To pull me out of this darkness, and teach me to be strong? In this world, perhaps, There’s no such person out there. But if there is, somehow, Could you save me from this nightmare?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 2/21/2016 2:01:00 PM
I enjoyed the transparency of this one. I just wanted to say Poets like William Cowper, and Hart Crane produced their words because they were tortured souls. I just want to encourage you to use that anguish to continue to create. We wouldn't have this poem without it :)
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Alexa Fazzino
Date: 2/22/2016 4:34:00 AM
Thank you! I will certainly keep that in mind as I write future poetry :)
Date: 2/20/2016 9:58:00 PM
Alexa, well expressed... This is one of the best poems I've read today... A perfect 7. LINDA
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Alexa Fazzino
Date: 2/21/2016 1:17:00 AM
Thank you very much!

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