Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Stoic Poet

I want to stop the tears
Turn off the water spout
Wish I could reach into my chest
and rip my heart right out

My bane, such pain
it's driving me insane
Someone whack me with a cane
and release me from the strain

I don't want to cry anymore
I am drowning deep within my core
Muscles are tight and sore
Life is too much a chore

Someday it will all end
I'll break instead of bend
The ending of that trend
Will be such a God send

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