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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry RECOVERY SELF

It’s Joyous Realm | Poem

Years went on, I didn’t see the world,

Buried under raped weight of my soul,

I longed to capture aliveness of the world.

Believe what tears shed in words; the intense

Desires rose; torture became unbearable,

I longed for a life amid undying pains.

Deathra, you calmed my monstrous mind,

Right on, I walk among others,

Hiding the sickness that seeks destruction,

What surprises this man’s heart

Is the sights of dead, unloved eyes.

Years goes on, I walk a free man,

With the gifted sickness writing a life

Empty of emptiness; nothing of nothingness,

In a world, I never seek another world.

©sjwordsmith

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