Pain

Pain short poem

A hurt soul, tortured mind and cold heart
an angry spirit, raging flame of pain and thirst to kill
a heart breaking, chaotic lover with burning passion
a sane killer taking spirits, hearts and souls
putting fear in all that wants love, that wants to live
hurt, cold, darkness, pain and all are all a part of me
I am nothing, nothing to you at all…..

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I am Jerimaine C. Brown, Writer, Poet and soon to be published Author. Follow my thoughts about love, life etc. Contact: HeartSpokenToYou@gmail.com
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