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dragonfyre 
2:55am, September 6, 2009
The bad poetry has helped me deal with the pain and the depression in the past.
Perhaps it will work again. I just know there has to be something that will help me to deal with the pain and depression. Even though I will often speak of death in my poetry I know in my heart that it will NOT be by my own hand. The poetry is only an attempt for me to step back from what I am feeling. To see it as an observer. I can only hope that it will help in some way to distance myself from what I am feeling.
I hope no one is offended or distressed by it.
Burning
It burns, it burns, never stopping, never letting up
Legs and knees, caught in a vise
Always squeezing, always burning, never stopping
The pain more then I can bear, playing with my mind
Playing with my very soul
Needing to move, the burning grows red hot
Needing to be still, the vise pressing, crushing in
The blood burning through my veins always
Hard to breath, my heart racing, the blood pounding
Where is the peace? Where is the calm?
Only in death, denied me. I will endure
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Your description of your pain is so vivid in this poem. Hugs.
mianutzy
This is actually toned down from my original. Didn't want to upset anyone but hopefully it will help me step back some from the pain and the depression. It's worked in the past and hopefully it will help this time.
dragonfyre