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Delicious Helplessness

Poetry By: Ghonesis
Poetry


I can't help. That hurts. Not much to do, is there? >__>


Submitted:Jan 9, 2012    Reads: 15    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


The only real pain,

I have to live with today.

Is not being able to help those,

That are in need,

And now they bleed,

For there is nothing I can say.

...

The problem is,

The last thing I want is to be alone,

A--motherfucking--gain,

So I so desperately cling,

To whoever love might bring,

And lose everybody I've known.

...

I can't do a thing,

Because I'm stuck in this loneliness,

What do I have,

If I love,

But can't help?

...

I can taste it:

Delicious Helplessness.





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