Words come from within
Reflecting the pain,
Of what cannot be undone,
From a pained soul.
Fact come hitting hard,
Cry of despair deep inside,
Heart bleeds with every beat,
Hurting beyond repair.
Can tears cleanse it,
Or a smile set it right,
Or words put out the fire,
Of burning pain?
So much it wants to say,
Tongue or pen is helpless,
Like the blank pages,
That flap and flutter away.
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