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Maria Jan 10
Please, listen to me.
I know you’ve done it forever.
Maybe you’ve done it more than enough,
More than you should not now or ever.

Please, listen to me.
I swear to you, I will be silent.
And in my silence you’ll see my soul,
Which will be crying out of mind.

My soul’s alive.
It needs much power to go on living.
It simply wants to go ahead
Without guile, with only pure feeling.

Please, listen to me.
I know you’ll still do it forever.
But no matter what happens to any of us,
Please, listen to me whatever, whenever.
This poem is about soul's suffering
You draw one more breath
Knowing what’s worse than death
Wake up every morning, pretending tomorrow’s a mystery
When you’re well aware that’ll end in misery

Day after day, year after year
You forgot the significance of a tear
For a decade, he’s been at your side
He’s inhabited a part of you, and never died

Whenever you dared soar higher than the sky
He’d corrupt your spirit, and crushed you like a fly
Your souls trapped in the past
How much longer could this last?

You were deprived of a fight
Because you knew he stole your light
He’s trying to **** you slowly
And you’re reminded that you’ll always be lonely
What do I do now? I don't even want to think about it, think about
How my life is splitting apart at the seams and all of my panicked
Outcries are doing nothing to stop it.

Amazing, I think, that I've lasted as long as I have.
Maybe this is for the better?

I tell myself, but it tastes like a lie in my mouth.

If I cease to be Caligula, what do I have left
For myself. I am nothing, nothing!

Nobody truly understands that I am losing everything and am
Out of my mind with pain and fury. I can't stop
Thinking, why me? Why is it always me?

Can't I have good luck just one time? I'm not
Asking for much. I'm scared, no, terrified that my
Life is ending quicker than I ever anticipated. I wanted to die
Grandly, in a wild blaze of glory. Not with my whole life
Upturned, sinking slowly, suffering wildly,
Losing what I worked so hard to achieve,
And wishing I could go back and be great one more time.
Written by another para (who, obviously, goes by the name Caligula), in the future/ after I end his suffering and pack the daydream away to start over again
The creator of this "PAIN" is YOU!!
Of All that you have PUT ME THROUGH,
Just MOPING AROUND and FEELING SO BLUE,
Here FIGURING out what I SHOULD INITIALLY DO!!!

IT'S TIME to CUT THESE STRINGS,
From this, we could NO LONGER HANG,
To me, it ain't NOTHING BUT A THING,
Relasing you, ALONG WITH THE PAIN!!

It was "YOU" who CREATED this TRAUMA,
It was "YOU" who had BROUGHT ALL THE DRAMA,
A POSITIVE BEGINNING is NOW MY MANTRA,
I SENT YOU PACKING and BACK YOUR MAMA.

No MORE PAIN,
NO MORE SUFFERING and
NO MORE SORROW,
I'M JUST PUSHING THROUGH
FOR A BEAND NEW TOMORROW,

OF ALL OF THE PAIN and
ALL OF THE FURY,
YOU ARE OUT MY LIFE,
I HAVE NO NEED TO WORRY!!

The SUFFERING IS GONE,
THERE IS NO MORE PAIN,
I CAN FINALLY BREATHE, AND
NOW, I AM HAPPY AGAIN!!!


B.R.
Date: 12/31/2024
Zywa Dec 2024
Do I want to know

your suffering to get some --


idea what mine is?
Novel "The Unicorn" (1963, Iris Murdoch), part 7, chapter 35

Collection "Unspoken"
showyoulove Dec 2024
At this moment Lord, I am feeling a little uncomfortable, a little irritable, a little restless. It's not bad, but it certainly isn't pleasant, and I don't know just why. So, Lord, I ask for peace. I ask that you make it go away for I know that you are able, but if it is not your will Lord, help me offer this up for the salvation of souls and that you would ease someone else's discomfort. I unite this moment to the moments when you were also distressed. I offer these prayers and this feeling not for myself, but for the many others who, at this very moment, are in far greater need of your comfort and peace than I.
showyoulove Dec 2024
Though we suffer for a time
And not everything works out fine
Nothing compares to what is waiting
For those, with hope, anticipating

A time of peace and comfort

Not everything is healed
Nor all wounds erased
But His Glory will be revealed
And sadness will be replaced

And we shall know His comfort

Sometimes all we have is comfort
Sometimes a point we make peace
A strength in the shadow of the cross
To comfort one who knows of loss

In whom we find our comfort

Maybe a hand to hold or a shoulder to cry on
Maybe a cheerful smile or a listening ear
Maybe just to know someone will be there
To know, beyond a doubt, someone does care

Maybe this is the greatest comfort

Jesus never said there would be no pain
No sorrow, no loss, no sadness
But he also said he would never leave us
And, one day, turn our mourning into gladness

So, for now hold on to hope
And pray for peace and comfort
Inspired in part by Romans 8:18
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