Within Me

 I hear the Bells ringing, ringing. Menacing, treacherous- silence. Pain is imminent-But I think Differently. I was a beggar for your Release- But not twice- For you are not worthy ofMy sacred Pain. The one that Aches more than Bones, The one that beats- Beats-A drum in my head, Begging for Release. Been centuries since I felt Home within.The silent Bells ring- Ring- Release is imminent, But I think Differently- truly-   

This poem is about: 
Me

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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