My tears fall for all this pain
Inside mine yours is safe
No answer to rise another day
No question of how it remains
Unable to face the worlds rays
Still of darkness is safe to stay
Knowing nothing is the same
Forever unsure in healing again
Falling deeper into unknown plan
Tears of pictures from spirit land
Alone in this place many have been
To pass on songs from a beat within
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Author:
Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For the sadness I feel from others and love that they have too. A shout out to all rising above the pain of grief, distress or sorrow. May you hold on for a better tomorrow.
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May those songs be filled with love for and from all.
Absolutely!
Inside us all, each and every one, there is great strength and endurance. Finding your path and having faith in your path will realise your strength.
Medicine women, medicine man I trust your hand. The words on a song playing now, for with your words perfectly, thank you for your path to run with mine may it help pass on our shine.
Thank you brother for your words
To be distraught has to be noticed by others without a choice. You have placed the metaphor of your poem into peoples hearts which is a great beginning for a new start. The pain suffered by both mentally and physically is suffered by most. There is always someone telling a story of sorrow, sadness, loneliness and pain. Those areas are enough for a million love songs and poems, You capture the moments of these words with great wisdom.
"You have placed the metaphor of your poem into peoples hearts which is a great beginning for a new start."
Your words sing to me but this part make me feel like a millionaire, smiling from ear to ear.
Thank my friend
Sharing your wisdom
To show me mine
Indeed, my friend, you are a millionaire, but money doesn't come into play. The wealth of your own mind is where the riches are. The fruits of life people speak about once their wealth grows only reminds me of a fading person who owns no thought. You have thoughts which make the wealthy ink come out your pen. Set aside the world and leave something behind which will stamp your ground to the winning post. You're enthusiastic words and your being is worth a million thank you's for you and your work. Keep them coming like you do.
Beautiful song and sentiments 💜
Always appreciated
Much love and respect
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