Pain
grew me
out of this see
of hurt
blossoming into
an agony
beautiful flowers of brokenness
with double petals of
loneliness & aloneness
scattering throughout the years
that no longer knew me for who
I am
where under
a black sun
my brain burns
bursting into flames
& being
human
is a burden
that I can hardly
carry
bear no more
the unbearable
& wish to God
that Death
would pick me
for its bouquet
& pain would
at last leave me
alone for ever.
human
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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