Pain Poem by Peter Lorenti
Pain
The burning pain, never ending, always present,
rotting my crippled heart,
corrupting my soul into a black, lifeless form,
I plead for the reaper to visit,
as my mind is trapped in an endless dirge of insanity
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: insanity,trapped
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8/28/2026 7:08:21 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Hey Peter you okay, come back to the living.