Rusty Shackleford


Rusty Shackleford Poems

1. Hurt 11/28/2011
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Hurt

Late at night, I lay in bed
and battle demons in my head
This knot in my chest, of anxiety
has bound my hands, has bound my feet
I beg the lord to set me free,
but shackles bind my hopes, my dreams

I try to fight the hurt inside,
the pain that plagues my heart, my mind
but these days, all that I find
is pain's the only cue that I'm alive

you see me laugh throughout the day,
but I tell those jokes to hide the pain,
the other me comes out at night,
when the enemy beats me till I cry

what is in a tear? This emotion without purpose, ...

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