Untitled 1, by Zanna

Untitled 1, by Zanna

I feel the pain
It rises in me
The hot anger
The cold hate, never free

I absorb the pain
Don’t let it out
It will consume me
Until I shout

I ignore the pain
But still it comes
Where from? I don’t know
I can’t tell

I see the pain
I look at myself
It reaches for me
I need help

But now the pain
It calls to me
The pain in my heart
Now I see

Posted: 2006-01-30 22:29:15 UTC

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2006-07-02 21:28:23	Kirsty (living in the light)
See again, it captures how I feel, you definately have a gift. Keep going. Luv, joy peace, kirsty x p.s you can excell