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Behind The Authors Eyes.
14 December, 2005
Author: Senko

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I keep reading poems,
about peoples pain,
their shame,their tears,
how they suffered for so many years.

And i have to wonder,
what is my pain worth?
Is my life so bad,
that i must cry?

Or should i shake it off
and let the pain finally die?

See the light
so many people say.
But i know how these authors feel.
lost on their way.

It doesnt help either that people say,
"Any life is better than any at all."
but whats the worth of the life their living,
if they wished they hadnt been born at all?

Some people dont see,
the cuts,
the pain,
the shaking of their frame.
As those crystal falls,
run their cheeks.

So friendly and kind,
and sometimes meek,
but behind their eyes,
deep in their minds,
wondering if they will see next week.

So I end this poem,
that i wrote in haste.
And wonder if a world without suffering,
would be such a bad place.

------- Author's Notes -------

I wrote this after reading The Lost Girl, Seizure, and many others. I just couldnt stop thinking of there poems.Si just...wrote.Sorry if its badly written.

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Comments on this poem/writing:

Meridian (70.106.25.253) -- Friday, December 16 2005, 04:30 pm

Nice nice

Hey Senko! To write this right after reading, is good. Yeah, I so often heard that we never know what others are really going through. We may have an excruciating headache, but there's someone out here on planet Earth that has a brain tumor. So I've learned that there'll always be someone hurting worse than me, or have pain worse than I do. Nice poem, nice dedication Senko!
The Lost Girl (4.226.168.150) -- Tuesday, December 20 2005, 12:01 pm

Very Good

Your poem is wonderful. Not many people do actually understand where I'm coming from when I write, but you do and you expressed it brilliantly. Good job
Dani (211.26.118.22) -- Thursday, January 5 2006, 04:19 pm

Feeling Vs Living

Pain is not something we just feel, It is something that we live. I Do not hesitate in telling people that I am unhappy and feel worthless. I can sit here and say without guilt "i do not want to wake up tomorrow" however all the pain, hurt and anger is mine. I feel different to others therefore live different. And I know that if I do wake up tomorrow I didn't really want to die
Sweetvenom (47.251.0.13) -- Saturday, May 27 2006, 06:04 pm

Too Gud!

Nice write Senko!Keep writing!
 
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