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Ally

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32 poems·Since June 2014
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Pariah To Joy

July 16, 2015

I want to scream,

I want to cry,

I only want to dream,

Of a better life.

But there's no place to go,

Because everywhere they watch.

They know.

And I can't help but feel awful inside.

Will this ever heal,

This wound inside?

I can't feel;

It came so fast.

The numbness and dead;

They kill my joy.

It's a riverbed,

Of tears that blind my mind.

A smoke screen of haze,

I wander aimlessly.

I'm in a maze,

And I can't get out!

A pariah in a crowd;

An outcast in a land.

I dared not say aloud,

What I thought inside.

The hunger for a friend,

It ate me alive!

I starved to end,

My hopeless misery.

But I found something new:

If I sought the corners,

I became more blue.

And I didn't want that.

But if I creeped to the center,

I discovered the glory,

Of a love epicenter;

I was so joyful!

I finally had found it:

The love that I saught!

I needed to commit,

The rest of my life,

To the mission of God,

I'd forgotten existed.

 
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