The Pain of These Times

September 16, 2008
By flyingintherain SILVER, Bridgewater, Massachusetts
flyingintherain SILVER, Bridgewater, Massachusetts
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Favorite Quote:
"I will call the world a school instituted for the purpose of teaching the children to read- I will call the human heart the hornbook used in that school- and I will call the child able to read, the Soul made from that school and its hornbook. Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways!" ~John Keats

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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