Windows Pain
Location
I look beyond a windows pain
A freagment of glass, with tears that stain
My life of sorrow brings out a fire
To write of things, that to me inspire
My thoughts are put into a poem
Giving my words, a voice of their own
Printed on paper, is the pain that I leave
Realeasing myself of all that I gireve
Hidden in all my pain is my heart
Under all my hate is a path
That is the path I take
In the deep and dark I will seek
A place not recommended for the meek or humble
As my thoughts began to roar with thunder as they mummble
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