Pain
The pain is coming form so many anglesInside and out.
I feel like I'm in a prison.
My body is the cell.
There is no key I cna use to free myself.
Your gone.
They are gone.
My anger is gone.
Even with my kids I still feel the pain.
I'm alone.
I have no one.
I look out on an empty world.
I see the bright colors.
I feel the gentle breeze.
The cooling soothing rain washes over me.
It's all empty.
The colors of summer are upon us.
So vivid so real.
All I can do is look.
I can't even cry.
My heart is empty.
It feels like pain.
It's not.
It's hollow.
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