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I Hurt

I ran across this old printout from 1996. It’s a poem I printed from years ago and I wanted to share.

The physical, the elemental pain
was sometimes beyond my understanding.
My flesh was torn; my body fighting in vain
to detach itself from my mind; fleeing

My mind is shattered, no longer free
A castle gutted by flame, hate and greed.
A candle smothered. Why did you not see
me hurt? I am drowning. Do you see me bleed?

Dear God, art thou in heaven? Did I sin?
Am I forsaken? Why did you not know
my soul was being devoured by kin?
I am the Godless, lost and dying too slow.

I thought I won the battle for my life,
but here I lay, holding a bloody knife.

Posted by fiercepoet on 10/13 at 11:13 PM