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For the Dead Hurt is Gone
Loneliness is social death
Cycle and routine
What’s it all meen
For the dead hurt is gone
For the living hurt grows and lives on
Life is fear and pain
I need not explain
You know these words I speak are true
The answer pours out from within you
Within you drips blood and tears
Mental crys that no one else hears
I want to go but there’s still so much to see
Life won’t let me be
Cycle and routine
What’s it all meen
For the dead hurt is gone
For the living hurt grows and lives on
Life is fear and pain
I need not explain
You know these words I speak are true
The answer pours out from within you
Within you drips blood and tears
Mental crys that no one else hears
I want to go but there’s still so much to see
Life won’t let me be
Published 11th Jan 2013
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11th Jan 2013 7:06pm
12th Jan 2013 4:33pm
18th Jan 2013 2:31am
don't know if this was on purpose or not, but "mean" in line 3 is spelled wrong. good poem too
18th Jan 2013 4:24am
Thanks I have always been a horrible speller, I tried hooked on phonics but it pucked me up worse ( :
