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Monday, November 3, 2014

sometimes poem 11314

Sometimes:
I cry
in the dark
over things
b e y o n d
my control
shaking
a bloodied fist
towards an uncaring God
SCREAMING
for exorcism of
this infernal sadness
mostly
I weep
lost
    in
      echoes
  of memories

       painted in sorrow

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