Lyn Paul Poems

Control
Takes Hold
In Many Forms
It powers our minds
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The Early Grave was opened
It was waiting to be filled
By someone that was dying
or just not wanting to be healed
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I want to be just who I am
Just me, no other
Who I am
Is Me
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When your world is falling
Every thing seems out of reach
There, Is no one there
Who, Just who, Can you turn to
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Each day that follows heartache
Is one step closer to healing the pain
The loss, the heartache, shall never leave the heart
The sadness, the anger, the pure grief
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A True Poet
Expressing their heart
Does not constantly ask...
Please...
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Help is on its way
Where that help
May be coming from is unknown
But accept
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To be born poor
Can be a blessing
For what you get
Is what you get
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Hurting
Hurting so bad
So many...
Suffering.
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Sometimes so much to say
But so little to give
Hearing all of this
But needing to live
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