Genre Poetry. Page - 159

who can break my curse? is it you?

Pain of yesterday
Pain of yesterday
Scares of years
Cuts of today
The pain lingers
Causing it to
Cut deeper
Scares show
The past
Telling a sad story
Cuts try to
Hide the pain

Another for reality of what goes on in my head. Even out of the situation that I was once in, it always revolves in my head wondering 'Why didn't it just end?'

Okay...so truth is I write poems too, I'm not great at it...probably not even good. But hey, what can I say? Sometime I just need to express myself and let the letters pour out of my mind. And when I'm finished I get this. So enjoy.

Someone called me 'sham' in the work place. Shockingly it helped me to realize where I stand in my life now and what things I must learn to improve.  As we grow, we learn how to handle words that hurt.

Trudging through Mordor can be all too real an experience, sliding into fantasy from our ordinary lives. Yet even in Mordor, there can be hope - and a song.