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I blindly reach for words to describe
The piercing agony that lies in my heart.
The thorns of my mind bind me in place;
They tear into my flesh, reopening old wounds.
My fears torture me as I stand there paralyzed.
Hot tears fall into my open sores, burning like fire.
My nightmares crash into my shattered soul
Like waves from a sea of crimson blood.
And yet I am still searching for words.
I want you to understand my suffering.
Can you see my woes in what I write,
Or is this just another “nice” poem to you?
Copyright © I'Lyeza Thomas | Year Posted 2018
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