~~~~~~~ Endless Emotion ~~~~~~~
#2,079, File# 24-2 Cat# 23-A
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~~~~~~~~ Endless Emotion ~~~~~~~~
How can I stop this pen from bleeding
when it's all, it seems to know,
How do I stop my scars from showing
if through my pen their blood so flows,
How can I stop this pain, from hurting
if there's so much of it to bare,
How can I give, what's left deep in me
if no other souls, whom wish to share,
My words they flow with such an ease
much like feathers in the wind,
Though every time, they'll always land
deep inside the pain I'm caught within,
It seems that, from when I was a child
writing was my dearest friend,
It didnt judge me, and always listened
and it helped me ease, the pain within,
Tho' that same pain it's never stopped
yet my pen, it served me well,
Helped me express my shattered soul
and made some sense of my own hell,
And tho' my words, may flow w/speed
and w/wisdom from my pain,
Every word I bleed, comes with a cost
In livin' through that pain, yet all again,
My ink's just somethin' that won't stop
thus, a never ending course,
What some may see as being blessed
is often just a, hurtful, curse like force,
Within these years, and all their tears
deep and buried in this soul,
To share them bleeding deep and raw
it's really all that's left for me to show,
All these bleeding, bludgeoned words
bleedin' out upon your page,
Are from all the years living in silence
that all were trapped, deep in my rage,
What should I do to stop my bleeding
w/a pen, stuck in this heart,
Will it take my death, to be my means
for all the aching pain, and me to part,
Should I just, sever both these hands
to stop these words of pain,
Because my bleeding, just won't stop
my pen I hold's, my hearts, main vein,
And though I'd made this very choice
to share my, darkened pain,
So the others know, they aren't alone
within their own cold, blackened rain,
Is it really worth my endless torment
does anybody, really care,
Or am I seen as just, the circus freak
within his effing pain, alone to share,
Yeah I could write ten million poems
would it really mean a thing,
If I hadn't tried to touch and love you
deep within your own, unspoken rain,
And as this pen again starts dripping
within its neverending flow,
There is something that I wish tell ya'
somethin' that I wish for you to know,
That is, these words of, my own pain
from behind my eyes of blue,
For all you trapped within a darkness
this pain I've bled, bleeds for you too,
Know w/in your pain you're not alone
tho' your heart I cannot hold,
Still I can touch 'em, as they're beatin'
and I shall move, your precious souls,
And though I've only got these words
they're bleeding raw devotion,
They are my pain, that just won't stop
within this deep, ...."Endless Emotion"
~~~~~~~~Endless Emotion~~~~~~~~
#2,079, File# 24-2, Cat# 23-A
**All Rights Reserved (C) 2022**
