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Poetry can do nothing as they scream at me,
But sit with wakened clarity,
And watch my heart be torn in two;
The half they throw away is you.
With heightened fear, I look away,
Disgusted by the words they say,
And the rain, it cannot wash from me,
This disease ridden pain that all can see.
For my soul has gone, to brood awhile,
And left me feeling a helpless child:
(One whose voice is never heard,
Because of the honesty of her words)
This silence is not golden: only black and blue,
I think this is one situation I can't undo.
So I comfort myself as best I can,
With the thought that someone must understand;
Love is pain, for now atleast,
And they the unimaginable beast;
In this chair, I stutter...turn deaf,
But to this racket there is no rest.
