For that, which feels no pain but,
wrenches with disgust and hurt for what?
Take in heaving breaths and subdued sighs
spread the pleasure throughout and whisper goodbye
For that, which screams in the silence of thought
think too much, one is soon to be wrought
with self destruction and colored a shad of green
forced to think, realize, comprehend what they mean
For that, which is not real
a minds confusions to create
falsehoods and untruths enough to overcome
one is brought to a knee, and crippled beneath the sun
we cannot stand when our insides writhe
confusion, tears and disdain all necessary and alive
For that, which flows ever-long until,
shall not be spilled except by His will
sealed away by the most complex lock
every thing we are is used to block
safely hidden till the blackened hood makes haste
all the choices made and evils provoked will be faced
For that, which one strives to be,
in the face of adversity
one pulls from the inside out in hopes
that enough is enough just to cope
thinking it's to easy? and unable to last?
the human heart is the answer to all we will ever ask
A contest entry
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Interesting write ... I am intrigued by this, and indtend to bookmark it and come back again, finding myself under pressure to get all these entries commentated on but i've never read any like this and am also intrigued to know what the black letters spell out -
yoru way of writing is unusual, not the normal and yet seemingly addictive to read, i enjoyed this very much.
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Thanks
With over 1000 poems to read I completely understand the pressure you must be feeling haha, it seems to be quite the daunting task. thank you for taking a moment to read my poem and comment, and there is a clue in the poem to what the letters spell out, but I won't say anymore than that!
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