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Pain
I'd like to lay down
on the pavement
in the mittle of the street.
I want to feel the warm
asphalt in the evening's
breeze against my sun
burned shoulders.
Why, you might ask.
I'd like to stop the traffic
so they could feel
my suffering,
see my tears, as they
trickle down my cheeks,
to donate the pain of
losing a child, a lover,
a friend, a close family
member, never returning
again. I won't bare the
pain alone. Today's society
does not have the time and
affection of such emotions.
But if I could stop it,
stop them,
just for a minute,
maybe they'll reconsider it.
We'll all walk in the
same shoes,
sooner or later.
- sissy
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on the pavement
in the mittle of the street.
I want to feel the warm
asphalt in the evening's
breeze against my sun
burned shoulders.
Why, you might ask.
I'd like to stop the traffic
so they could feel
my suffering,
see my tears, as they
trickle down my cheeks,
to donate the pain of
losing a child, a lover,
a friend, a close family
member, never returning
again. I won't bare the
pain alone. Today's society
does not have the time and
affection of such emotions.
But if I could stop it,
stop them,
just for a minute,
maybe they'll reconsider it.
We'll all walk in the
same shoes,
sooner or later.
- sissy
© All Rights Reserved
