Pain And Poetry

October 4, 2015

With pain comes poetry

or is it the other way around

Pain equals poetry

I hang my hopes on a broken elm tree

I was hoping to be free

But all i've felt is weighed down

You were right

I don't deserve a crown

My emotions are pushed away like a message in a bottle

I've got my sights set on a fixed spot

I'm in full throttle

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