The Human Cup Poem by Amber Elzey
The Human Cup
On my wrist is a crimson stain
that shows the physical pain,
that I endure
to let the emotional pain pour...
out of my heart and our of my soul
into a hole
that does not end
during this time, I really need a friend
but he tells me all the wrong things
what he tells me cuts deep and stings
so the emotional pain builds up
and once again I have to let the emotional pain flow out of the human cup
I feel so much pain in ur poems if u need someone to talk to im here
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5/5/2024 7:44:18 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Great poem! Good use of language and well crafted. I hope you can overcome this addiction and concentrate on writing or some other outlet. I wish you the best Amber. Take care. -Michael