Pain

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I promised after my ability of being able to cut and paste I would post my poetry....All my poetry is copyrighted.... Pain with in can not be compared, related, or understood. Unless you have been though it. The pain with in can not be erased, no matter how many times you clean the chalk board. Memories remain. Much like the dust upon the wind. It is still a memory of reality. Of life… Of balance… Of what is, what was, would should be. Not could be, should. Do not confuse the reality, of my space and yours. My damages are unforgivable. Yours are acceptable. Collateral damage. To those so small, so pure. Where my pain lies… You can not reach. Lest you fall to the depths of hell, to return. Only to find out you, brought hell with you Nothing is as it seems. The worms, the holes, the hate. Anger… Engulfing you. As if it is an inferno, only to capture your soul. To make you live life, as if it is hell on earth. No matter how far you run, no matter where you go. Hell remains, to welcome you. Because that is truly where you Belong. If I could help you. let you climb, Give you strength, then my sentence, my hell Will not be… Vain