Calling Out Your Pain Poem by Gary Winkel
Calling Out Your Pain
Sometimes you live
like you bought today
for tomarrow on time.
Sometimes you work overtime
with fully equipped frustration,
losing weekdays
like speeding braincells.
Building yourself
on precious time thats left
where the poet lives
in the night,
where the writing is massage,
where the senses are seeing
the power of the wind
and listening to the rain falling,
calling out your pain.
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