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Monday the 13th of October, 2008

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.

© Ryan Sales

Posted by fiercepoet at 11:13 PM on the 13th of October, 2008.
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