As long as I can remember,
pain, more profound than most could understand,
has been a part of me.
I sought solace in love and friends,
but after him, holding myself back
became my imperative
because I know what I do to people
and I know what they can do to me.
So I retreated deep into myself,
and hurt where they couldn't see it,
and smiled where they could,
and became the existence whose loneliness drew itself,
in the stains of a damp pillow in the dark.
And now you've come.
And though I'm still wary,
I feel myself opening like a morning flower
in the dawn of a thousand nights.
And after so long, I wonder, fearfully,
is this someone who will understand my pain?
And the walls quiver a bit,
and dust falls from the ceiling,
and the ground rumbles weakly
and I hope and hope and hope
that, like a hand held up before a candle,
you might be the one,
to offer ease against the wind and rain,
to show me, though I burn so,
the beauty of my own glow.
Please tell me what you think
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the beginning of this is so sad and depressing, but then as it flows on it becomes so vivid and more positive.
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hi
is this someone who will understand my pain?
And the walls quiver a bit,
and dust falls from the ceiling,
and the ground rumbles weakly
and I hope and hope and hope
that, like a hand held up before a candle,
you might be the one,
to offer ease against the wind and rain,
to show me, though I burn so,
the beauty of my own glow.
this poem is amazing and beautiful..Great job.. U have alsome talent and its amazing keep da ink flowing.. Love this poem way to go bravo.. Bravo..Love the way the poem is formed.
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Lovely ending lines.
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Thank you! I'm so glad you noticed them, because I started writing this poem with only that image in mind!
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