Wages of War

Hezekiah Jackson

Never saw it coming The pain that sting a lifetime Torment that never ends But increases as time passes A broken heart That never heals You've been abandoned Time after time Father Friends Loved ones No one ever stays Those that did Trapped and destroyed what little you had left Alone Discarded No one wants a person that's..... Broken Spiritually Emotionally Physically stressed I tried to be the ideal person Smile Laugh Help The strain to simply hold it together When it's as if I'm dying to do so Every smile Runs 20 miles Every laugh Suffocates To pretend as if I'm okay When World War 1 and 2 rages inside Don't pretend to understand To help, assist There's nothing you can possibly do The expression of this pain Shows the severity of my damage Anxiety and affliction That conquered the elements of my humanity Confidence Love Joy Peace And proclaimed them prisoners of war A war for the essence of my being A war I cannot win I've lost too much Sacrificed so much Yet nothing works How do one end the cycle of affliction Something that kills you from the inside

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Ruqayyah Jkh

Come from a place of pain...really deep...

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I saw a dream, and there were you, And there was coldness in your eyes. I wonder what a kind of true Made you become as cold as ice. And later I looked back to get a sense This empty glance was hellish call of past. It used to be a high and strong defense Against the world, the pain and me at last. You looked at me, and peering in your soul, I felt so lonely, as something vital died. And that is what I fear most of all - That nothing gentle will remain inside. Inside of you. Inside of me as well. And nothing will be said to farewell.

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