Patrick 'the pyropoet' littrell


My Friends Pain - Poem by Patrick 'the pyropoet' littrell

One stroke left, one stroke right and all my pain flows out of sight
Blood pumps through coarsing veins Releasing all my inner pains
Releasing all emotions built Now replaced with searing guilt.
Guilt of befriending a razor blade To make my pains slowly fade
build, release...... again and again Why can't i have a normal friend?
My life becomes a paradox To only end within a box.


Comments about My Friends Pain by Patrick 'the pyropoet' littrell

  • Rookie - 0 Points Christine Kerr (3/26/2009 11:46:00 PM)

    You words flow so smoothly. I feel that there's more here that meets the eye. But the special things about friends are the things that are kept between them, So a beautiful write just the same (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 26, 2009

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 26, 2009


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