I'm about to tear out the veins that run through the bowels of my heart with my own claws.
The pain that I feel at this moment is so great, that I want to devour my brain with my own fangs, without thinking about the horror; Horror that my flesh has been possessed, by the indiscriminate suffering, and through no fault of my own I am the only debtor.
Screams are my cries, tears are melted mercury that crack my face, aging it prematurely,
In the whirlwind of pain that afflicts my sadness, I hear the voice of my dear friend who tells me:
It is okay to cry and regret,
you have to let the sorrows out to begin to delight;
You are a rare soul!
No doubt about it!
And one day you will be rewarded!
I promise you!
You're not alone!
You have my hand!
I answered in tears:
Your words has been always valuable to me, I can feel in my reasonable madness, that you are authentic and love me harmless. You are always with me in laughter and sadness.
I take your words true and I take them into account, to raise my head up and walk again with security and cerenity,
Trusting again in my senses, as always, always trusting in a calm path to walk.
Thank you dear friend, your words are treasure with no end.
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Author:
G.Cabús (
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- Category: Reflection
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Her:!!! Heat Eating Runt!!!
Her place of advice is the begging of the demise!
No matter what you say you will always be gay, as in Happiness…also old and gray till the last day…you will never be free from who you are until you break yourself from those chains that ripped us apart.. thank the tears “Her” for the letting the devil in your privacy…gay gay gay
~GO
Great writing!
Truthful is delightful! Love is remarkable! But craziness is just plum dumb
Human nature, that makes us different and makes us unique with its magic. Mirrors of each other and of others.
Thank you for sharing your poem. It hits me very much.
I honor your words. I believe in the wonder of expressing feelings through poetry. I appreciate your writings, your pormas are transmitting.
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