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Posted by kellyr on February 17, 2004, at 20:19:34
I cry out day and night, but you don't answer, and I can never rest.
My groaning has won me out, sorrow has made my eyes dim; and my sight has failed.
But I am merely a worm, far less than human.
I will disappear like dust, and those who knew me will wonder what happened.
I will be forgotten like a dream and vanish from the sight of family and friends.
Now I will walk with you in the land of the living;
Posted by gardenergirl on February 19, 2004, at 0:45:59
In reply to WE FEEL NO PAIN BUT OUR OWN, posted by kellyr on February 17, 2004, at 20:19:34
Your poem really evokes that pain you are expressing. Is it your own? I hope, if so, that you have someone to help you cope with it. If not, please keep posting. Your poems really speak to me about pain.
gg
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