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by Christopher Shin

The pain you would never
truly understand burns
each moment I stare out
into the world.

It isn't fleeting love
or the crashing of dreams,
but the sadness that weighs
my soul is the cry of a
wounded bird.

Am I a lark to be put
away like forgotten fowl?
Has my darkness become
the doom scream of sparrows?

All I have is all the world
can take away from my the
depth of my own soul.

Oceans depth drowns all
hope in my bleak voice.
Yet all the misery does
not compare to how you
blindly push me away.

All I can do is wait
for the moments to become
life.

Life is gone and youth
spent on regret of the
past that can never change
by each earth shaking
pondering.

So I stand alone with
blood leaking from the
only organ that I have
sacrificed that bleeds
in my chest.

Alone...

01/11/2006

Posted on 01/12/2006
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tom Goss on 01/12/06 at 07:54 PM

Bruised & hobbled, yet flying with wings of delicate and brutal expression.

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