Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

awoke my pain (02 April 2011)


I wanted to tell him
I knew what he was going through
but I couldn’t

because I’ve never wanted to kill myself

my stories are insignificant
and yet, when I finally said
I know all these feelings

he paused in his descent
he ripped himself from his gloom
he stared at me

and awoke my pain

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