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Mar 2018
Liquid velvety pools of black
Pierced with tiny rays of hope
So Tiny am I upon my back
Searching for answers to cope

No perfect paths to be found
Trying to avoid, flowers on the mound
Screams in one ear and daggers in the other
Someone even mentioned think of mother

Friends an ocean away, cry to sleep
Praying the blade will not cut too deep
Tired and angry, full of pain
Praying so hard to remove the stain

Kind words, add another day
For the lonely soul to stay
Love, the hearts never met
The cut was stopped with sweat

With resistance the blade fell
Feels like an eternity of hell
Love gave life to the child
Love gave turned pain to mild

Thoughts of death may not stop
To the floor he did plop
Bitter at the world for the strife
But willing to attempt another life

At least the rivers, allow me
It is something that needs to be
Upon Gods eternal step
Or under the rug swept

Give
Me something
Allow me to breathe
This pain you can't understand
Happy I will make you
Don't expect the same
From me

Except,
that
In time
I may be
But it isn't today
I'm trying. I have given up and pray for the end. But, for you my friends I will try a little longer.
Marty
Written by
Marty  48/M/North carolina
(48/M/North carolina)   
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       Keith Wilson, Tash Mckay, --- and Valsa George
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