Long Sadpain Poems
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The doctor has examined the patient
And the diagnosis is clear
Terminal!
For the patient
A horrible death I fear
I am not one for the continued suffering of the patient
The condition will only get worse
Day by day and year-by-year
And will increase as the end comes near
This disease unfortunately
Has no cure
It not a virus or a germ
But something old and pure
Its existence has been known
And continues to endure
Attempts at a solution
Have been met with confusion
We have tried for a long time
To relieve the patient’s pain
Only to have our efforts
Die in vain
The patient you see won’t survive
But the evil that inflicts him
Will continue to thrive
Our solution both radical and insane
Will offer comfort and remove the pain
Kill the patient and all the cells
And the evil will no longer
Have a home to dwell
The world can no longer sustain the infection
It can no longer support the evil deeds of man
It will soon be time for the patient to be cured
Through the Resurrection
Eric (and sometimes not)
It is yet another holiday without my kids,
And once again I feel the urge to keep the pain hid.
No one knows how truly alone I feel.
They just tell me in time I will heal.
How can I get over this though?
This is the most excruciating pain I know!
It is not physical but a pain of the heart.
It is unfair to keep mother and child apart.
There are days that my emotions are so raw,
I just want someone or something to cleave and claw.
This is pure agony at its best.
I no longer have a heart in my chest.
Maybe oh maybe this is a dream.
No it is not and yet I cannot scream.
The choice for them to leave was not mine to say,
The wonderful state decided it was my price to pay.
So once again I mourn my loss and cry,
For my asking for help came at a cost way too high.
I sit here in no one way or other,
And ask myself " What am I if I can't be a Mother?"
as the days pass me.
i feel the pain in my heart,i feel weakness
in my soul.
drowning myself with sad and lonely tears.
thinking of those worthless days.
appearing and reappearing of the same tomorrow.
I try to figure out this.I try and try,
I really don't know when tomorrow.
for the sake of living.I don't know if I can survive
in this world.
and the thoughts in my mind,that rapidly go through
me.
I have no emotion,no tears.I shall not cry.
even though living through those though times.
I still wonder if I will ever through life.
maybe so maybe not.
my pain and my suffering is just apart of me.
the stillness in my life
starts to the beginning to the end.
other then that i'm me.
Who will be my friend, no one really understands
this poem is just a device, from which my broken heart stems
with these words I now articulate, does my soul seek to take cover
looking for a real friend to have, willing to share the pain of another
Perhaps you too, having been made numb dealing with your concerns
subconsciously focused on healing your own pain, before it burns
then how can I earnestly ask of you, thinking I would be able to find
someone with the ability to help, maybe I myself am just blind
One who is a prisoner, is not free, nor himself in a position
he's trapped in that continuum, caused by his own condition
so I cry out in the only way I know how, this now my mission
hoping to be shown some light, these feelings need definition
Maybe I am delusional, not wishing to accept the fact
that there does not exists a friend, I could ever attract
then what prosperity awaits me, what are my hopes really worth
perhaps the truth I will find, when I am resting deep in the earth
How I must be a paradox, bold and yet full of contrition
thinking long and hard, I nevertheless came to this decision
yes I said what I have to say, but I know this pain is not my own
many of you reading this, whether you'll admit it, you too are alone
An answer exists, but only the strong willed can discern
the weakness of the human ego, how easy for it to spurn
come off your high horse, for many it is too late
they lack the courage, that independent mind to concentrate
When all is said and done, loneliness of spirit is not exclusively mine
In a nutshell, you dear reader, let this be for a sign
the next time you feel on top of the world, things could not be better
count the days that go by, before you too will be writing this same letter