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Poem
A still heart.
Broken with red pain,
I tear for a plea of love.
No answer is given,
I grieve for the desire;
which is taken from me.
Fate has been cruel,
I strive to kill the future.
For it leads to more pain for some,
a pain that I will not allow.
A single wish,
to hold love in all its forms,
taken by cruel fate by death.
A love that died in my eyes.
No life is found now
and nothing to live by.
Anger shrouds and clouds judgement.
But the red light of pain,
piercing and penetrating,
still follows the storm.
Nothing left to do but follow.
The shadows agree,
follow the dark and recieve its anguish.
Sorrow and pain isn't welcome,
but is usually stalking one.
Perish in the dark recesses of pain,
and anguish will follow.
Learn from it and recieve resolution.
This pain has no resolution.
A continuance of pattern,
lost in the painful memories.