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Pain: Part 1

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posted on Jun, 29 2011 @ 12:05 PM
A series of short dark poems I wrote in 2005 after day 7 in the heat and lack of water after Hurricane Katrina.

Thanks for reading!

My pain is real, a dark unrest.
It moves with rage, cold and unjust .

I feel a sting, Lord set me free.
Lift me high, fulfill my dreams.

I maybe through, I maybe done.
I maybe wrong, has this pain won?

Will what I feel, just go away?
Or will it feed another day?

My teeth fall out, my hair turns grey.
My bones get weak, sight gone away.

Am I just weak, too old to seek?
Or is there truth, these words I speak.

I'm falling down, and get back up.
This deficated life, I just threw up.

I once had dreams, I thought I'd see,
I lost it all, lost everything.

There is no end, there is no blame.
Just life and death, and both are pain.

posted on Jun, 29 2011 @ 09:04 PM
Hi Jag

Thank you for sharing your stuff with us . This was very moving... I truly felt it.

So sorry for your having to go through Katrina but I am certainly glad you are OK! and with us here at ATS!
I can only imagine your feelings and hardships during this time, and what /how you are still dealing today. Very traumatic I'm sure.....May the Lord be with you and bless.

Thanks again for sharing my new friend.

posted on Jun, 29 2011 @ 09:06 PM
reply to post by JAGx1981

Lovely! Thank you for sharing. This reminds me of nearly every humans plight in this world today.

posted on Jun, 29 2011 @ 10:29 PM
Thank you both. Of course I'm still in my 20's but the thoughts from that poem was from a distance as I watch the elder's tears cry.

I really appreciate it!

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