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MY PAIN:
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Torment I listen to the sounds of the Hollowing Winds,
I wonder; were they ever real?
Why did they leave me alone?
My pain is haunting me,
Pain,
It’s haunting me, why couldn’t they see,
I loved them so much,
I just want them to look at me again,
This pain,
It’s one that I’ve never known,
Pain,
It’s haunting me,
Can’t they see, it’s tearing me apart,
This loneliness,
Can’t they understand?
It’s haunting me this pain,
Why?
Did you have to leave me alone?
It’s haunting me this pain,
Wishing that they were here,
But they left me,
Can’t see a future anymore,
My pain,
It’s haunting me.
the poem is good,the pain is
the poem is good,the pain is bad,maybe it was just a metaphor
loneliness turns to depression
ron parrish
Metaphor is both right and wrong
This poem was written about a bad time in my life that still haunts but there are few that understand which is where the loneliness comes into play. Loneliness doesn't have to turn into dpression at least not in my opinion as long as you have the will and drive to do something about it. I thank you for the comment, I am glad that you liked the poem. Its a favorite of mine!
A. Smith
I hear a song
of saddness - emotional outpouring from the center to anyone who can withstand the wailing . . . I hear a guitar behind these blue notes - writing elevates sometimes ~~A~~
Oh, Wow~!
I think that your comment in and of itself could be a poem! Its truely beautiful and I am do glad I am the one that recieved it. Thank you so much, I love that you got the emotion in this piece!
A. Smith