Like salt to a fresh wound
The pain keeps me bound
In chains I cannot break
My days and nights bleak
Like a moth to a flame
On a path deadly and lame
Trembling upon the darkest way
My tomorrow fading away
Carrying it with every piece of me
Yet the load never lightens
Crying it out trying to flee
Yet the hurt only tightens
Lonely in a crowded room
No human fathoms my strain
Seated face full in gloom
I write it all out again
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Author:
The Poet (Pseudonym) (
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