What am i here for?
My soul on fire
Not with the warmth of love
But the flames of suffering
I’ve lost everything
My friends
My spirit
My will to live
There’s no more i can do
I’ve exhausted myself
Trying to force love
From people who refuse to see me
So enveloped by the flames
Yearning for the smallest drop of water
Praying to a faucet
Not dry, but closed
God please smile on me
You’re the only one that will
But i can’t tell if you’re not shining
Or if I’m to blinded by pain to see it
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Author:
Stained Creativity (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Great poem
A poem of pain and desperation. Nicely written
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