How long will this journey continue
How much heartache must I bear?
My soul has no more rooms for scars
I am empty of all hopes, despair has become
My sacred friend, pain has been the only thing
In this life that has remain faithful and loyal.
How many more mornings left to taunt me?
Before forever sleep kiss my bruising lips.
How long will I be the postal child for “not all
Children of God will know love.”
~Micheline Jean Louis~
Every other human on the planet has thought the same thought at some point in their lives, but none as poignantly as you have in this poem. Nice work.
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Thank you kindly mike
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