WHEN IT'S ALL TOO MUCH

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Life's problems/pressures/difficulties

Submitted: April 25, 2007

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Submitted: April 25, 2007

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Time doesn't heal

our wounds

time doesn't help

us forget

that pain

that memory

is always there

no matter what

how loud or not

it's birth began

like a child

in a cot...

 

Time coats the pain

the gentlest brush

too many strokes

it's all to much...

time let's us breathe

and carry on

whilst we carry

our burdened song...

 

Time is a friend

who shares our load

when it's too heavy

when we might explode...

 

Let's be real

let us feel

it's no use denying

there'll always be crying...

it's a road we all share

to show that we care

holding each other

like sister and brother...

 

Humanity wins

cleanses our sins

pain dissepates

while love protects

nurtures our fates


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