Before you showed this path..
Pounds of pain punctured my progress Tons of trouble terminated my tranquility Swarms of stress subtracted my substance My heart exploded like a thousand thunders My mind melted and my spirit splintered Hanging by a thread destined to burst...
I tried to wash away the wounds with words. But the stains were deeply dyed in concrete colors. Verbal detergents were badly and sadly defeated Verbosity crumbled, fell at my feet and retreated Internal torment was the architect of my demise Terrorizing my thoughts and hijacking my hope...
Poetry tried to massage me out of my misery... Music became my mistress, but though the words were so wonderful And the melody so moving and majestic Misfortune only mushroomed and multiplied...
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