Hurt Poem by Something Special

Hurt



My bleeding eyes
come as no surprise
to those who do not know me

my aching beat
is growing weak
by the minute

and all my sense
is become tense
from unfortunate days

love and pain
insane and sane
is causing me to diminish

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
the cemetery man 15 March 2009

I love the phrasing of this poem. concise yets conveys so much

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