Category : Poems

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I'm right there again;
With thoughts to ghost for good again.
I give into the pain;
Thus, upon me, I inflict more pain.
Every night there's rain;
Flowing, but not toward a drain.

Every single instant;
Turns into my own gravitent.
Weighing down, it becomes my agitent;
Turning my insides pungent.
What is my placement;
In this life of dark torment?

I reach for a grain;
To plant when it will rain. 
I might not be sane;
But I'll let my light bring life from the pain.
This all might sound plain,
But I'm glad I wrote this without refrain.