I died long time back

[aashishameya]

I died long time back
Buried in the soil of my homeland
Where I was wandering freely
My spirit was at its pure
Innocent people were my friend
And a beautiful hand caresses my hand
The day...
I bid adieu to my soil
I left my soul also

[Pendragon]

I remember when I wrote one of these poems.

"When you bury me shed no tears.
Let there be no dirges sung.
A total absence of sorrow or grief.
I died a long time ago..."

That was pretty much how mine ended. Pain poetry sometimes has to be written. Some, like myself, will understand why, and read it knowing the emotions that lie beneath it. But be prepared for those who think you are on a pity-party. Good luck, mon amie. http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/ThumbsUp.gif

[aashishameya]

thank you very much dear friend...." Pain the source of happiness"
so keep writing pain poems

[the silent x]

sometimes the best solution is to just let it out, very good, my pain poems won't be here, they are to long, ( they go from pain to anger).