There are times I’m so worn and weary, when the harshness and realities of life overwhelm me.

When I can’t find the words to encompass all that I’m feeling or experiencing.

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When my heart and soul grieves, I find myself writing poetry instead.

So without further ado…

There are different kinds of hell, you know,

One from within and one from without,

Goodbyes are torture and change a torment,

Helplessness proceeds forth into oblivion,

Emotions tear at the war ravaged heart,

Clouds grey, oppressive and morose,

Where is the sun in the clouds above?

Sadness, disappointment, overwhelming the light.

Accursed is Change and Goodbyes so hard.

Tears run like a dam,

Suspending time,

Hoping once again,

For moments of serenity.