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“The Pain of Love”
The pain of
Love
was just too
much
for her
to continuously
have to endure,
it’s relentless
clawing
kept
tearing
jagged holes
through her
heart
that she
couldn’t begin
to repair,
every new
day
for her
was a white
knuckle ride
through time
trying to get
as much of
the day
as she could
behind her
so she could
begin to heal,
even
very small
steps away
would create
some distance
between her
and the pain
she felt
but she never
could
find a way
to get completely
around it,
it’s presences
loomed over
her
every aspect
of her life
was consumed
by it
she lived only
for the darkness
of the night
hiding from a
face of pain
she couldn’t
help
but see
on her
dingy white
walls,
the black
emptiness
in her room
after the sun
had died
was the farthest
she could run
to try and
get away
from it,
she needed to
know
things would
get better
find some glimmer
of hope
she could cling
on too
to save her
sanity
but if such
a hope
was out there
for her
she couldn’t
find
it,
morning comes
and she awakes
to thoughts that
never sleep
standing there
waiting for
her
besides her bed
she knows it’s
no use
she’s not strong
enough
to fight it,
so she
steps on to
the platform
and into
her little
bumper car
of life
straps herself
in
and grabs hold
of the shiny
chrome crossbar
that’s tightly
pressed
against her
body
and shuts her
eyes
as another wild
emotional ride
through the
new day
is about to
begin…
Tom Allen…07-02-2018…
The pain of
Love
was just too
much
for her
to continuously
have to endure,
it’s relentless
clawing
kept
tearing
jagged holes
through her
heart
that she
couldn’t begin
to repair,
every new
day
for her
was a white
knuckle ride
through time
trying to get
as much of
the day
as she could
behind her
so she could
begin to heal,
even
very small
steps away
would create
some distance
between her
and the pain
she felt
but she never
could
find a way
to get completely
around it,
it’s presences
loomed over
her
every aspect
of her life
was consumed
by it
she lived only
for the darkness
of the night
hiding from a
face of pain
she couldn’t
help
but see
on her
dingy white
walls,
the black
emptiness
in her room
after the sun
had died
was the farthest
she could run
to try and
get away
from it,
she needed to
know
things would
get better
find some glimmer
of hope
she could cling
on too
to save her
sanity
but if such
a hope
was out there
for her
she couldn’t
find
it,
morning comes
and she awakes
to thoughts that
never sleep
standing there
waiting for
her
besides her bed
she knows it’s
no use
she’s not strong
enough
to fight it,
so she
steps on to
the platform
and into
her little
bumper car
of life
straps herself
in
and grabs hold
of the shiny
chrome crossbar
that’s tightly
pressed
against her
body
and shuts her
eyes
as another wild
emotional ride
through the
new day
is about to
begin…
Tom Allen…07-02-2018…