Feelings I do not have.
Pains I do retread.
Open heart has been spitted.
Fusions of wanting death.
Once life was great.
Until I was beaten by many things.
Blood red I keep trying.
Will not stop my soul is mine.
Pain I have everyday.
Coming from my brain waves.
I write poetry to relieve this stress.
Of my ongoing Epilepticy.
Author notes
This poem is me.... Your friend in Poetry.. JackReed3
A contest entry
- I Wanna Feel Your Pain by slippingofftheedge.
300 points, ended August 15, 2008, 32 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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i think you could go even deeper...allow me to understand what it is you are feeling more
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i absoloutely love it
mysterious and keeps you reading
i understand, i have had a few seizures
and the anxiety from them
and terror.
i relate.
and the epilepsy will get better with time.
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