The pain of having my heart ripped out of my chest didn’t affect me any more <br />It was deeper than that. <br />I couldn’t out run it. <br />And it seemed to catch me back up at every turn. <br />The pain didn’t hurt my emotions. <br />It just ate them instead. <br />I sat there mindless. <br />Starring, hoping, and wishing the answer would find me but it never did. <br />It left me. <br />Just like everything else I had ever wanted <br />Ever needed. <br />It deserted me at the first sign of trouble. <br />I couldn’t have anything. <br />Nothing ever stayed by my side. <br />Was I cursed, or just that bad to be with, <br />But I couldn't be, <br />So many before him had loved me. <br />Not for what I am, <br />But for the soul deep within me, <br />This seemed to shine through, <br />Even when i go into this a time of, <br />Grave peril and despair. <br />I could not be beaten, <br />And shall not. <br />I would uses every last breath to find, <br />A lover as true as the man, <br />In my dreams.<br /><br />Frankie Stones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-pain-18/
