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…I Feel Her Pain…I feel her every pain, The ache I know is in her heart, The feeling of being so desolate, From the family and friends who did part. I live inside her head, I feel the fears she feels, Like an icy hand around my heart, This evil monster steals! Steals her life away, Chokes her into blackness and pain, I feel it, I live it, I have empathy! The fear of going insane! I don't know why I feel so intense, Of this poor woman's plight, All I know for sure is… I ask for God's help every night. She lives under a darkened cloud, As black as night is black, She feels herself spiralling downwards, Feels she's never coming back. Fear grips her heart to tight, It chokes like a bile and eats her up, Paranoia sets in, she feels she can't win, In this, her overflowing cup… There is poison in her glass, The swirling liquid tastes like nectar, But all it is – is an evil temptation, Its grips her tight and wont reject her! Aimlessly wandering about in her mind, There she sits so sad a sight, Wants to reject it, wants to be free, But she can't see beyond her plight. Dragged to the bowels of hell fire, There she sits each day… And pretty soon, it will be over, For the reaper will come one day. Then she will be released from her nightmare, The evil in her saddened life… She will finally go to God… And he will remove all her sadness and strife. …May God Look Kindly On Her This Night… The epilogue? Shadowed in the corner of the room, There she sits, dying alone, Trying to take her own life is she, As the swirling liquid takes her home! Saved by the bell, saved into hell, And now a saddened sorry sight to see, In a mental asylum, filled with pain, And it hurts the heart of me. Will she get through it, will she? Does she have the strength of will…? Can she see it through…? Or will she be addicted…still… …God Help And Keep Her… Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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