Pain Poem by Peter Lorenti

Pain



The burning pain, never ending, always present,
rotting my crippled heart,
corrupting my soul into a black, lifeless form,
I plead for the reaper to visit,
as my mind is trapped in an endless dirge of insanity

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Patrick A. Martin 17 August 2009

Hey Peter you okay, come back to the living.

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