Sometimes pain can be inspiring too...
The Hurt
All I can remember is
the sky was dull & gray
electric lights were vainly trying
to keep the dark away
there was no good or evil
a nothing much was now
my eyes rained tears unsalted
as my brain was just a cloud;
I looked into the mirror
and saw old woman's eyes,
they never said a word to me
I never asked them why.
now the sun is shining
the lights have dimmed and died;
but there's a hole somewhere inside me
long and deep and wide.
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