The Pain of These Times

September 16, 2008
You look my way,
You pass right by.
I am just another person,
But you don't know what's inside.

My every nerve
Is screaming for release
From captivity.
My insides are frozen like ice,
My soul crushed, destructing, disintegrating.
The emptiness is encircling
My shriveled heart.

Nothing is the same,
Nothing is as it seemed.
There are no guarantees.

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