Or Try

And sometimes i get real emotional,
and BOOM!,
there i go spiraling downward into a sea of hurt,
and how is swallows me,
making me GASP! for air,
the pitter patter of a steel nail is relavence in this case,
because i to have bounced off the concrete of reality,
and i too have felt the gravity of the unknown ,
as it dragged me down with both hands,
but i pick myself back up from the fight,
bruises, cuts, and all,
fuck them,
You reach into hell and dig up the puzzle piece sized good,
and you march to a happier place.
or try.

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Nicely said

! Pain, such a small word for a world of hurt... HugSS I think your poem is very indicative of the anger that stems from hurt. Well done!


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