For all the heartbroken souls, for all the beings who cherish life and its little things....
For everyone who has fallen in love - truly, and deeply...

A poem for the heartbroken to rejoice in the pain and to know that there are many alike in this little blue planet...
A poem for the ones that find the tiniest things in life to be the greatest happiness ever...

This is my gift to you all - Poemheart

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

In pain is power...

In the distance I still hear
the echos of my demons I fear
the chase is not over
though the case has gone sour

Imminent demise is what’s waiting
no cause to prove in hating
the mind it keeps serrating
it’s a curse that my heart’s still beating

Deafening are the whispers that haunt
crippling are the thoughts that taunt
feelings making courage so gaunt
restrained by thoughts so flaunt

bathed in agony’s never-ending shower
from this sting one finds no cover
i can only hope during this darkest hour
that “In pain is power”

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