I will write
until I can no longer see
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
I will see
until I can no longer dream
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
I will dream
until I can no longer think
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
I will think
until I can no longer feel
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
I will paint
until I can no longer see
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
I will love
until I can no longer hurt
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
I will hurt
until I can no longer cry
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
I will cry
until I can no longer be
until I can no longer feel
the pain
inside of me.
And then I will be gone...
Another lost soul
To be carried
into the Great Beyond.
Copyright Christine A Kysely November 10,2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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