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poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
Wealth of Sorrow
Number 82
May 30, 1995
I shoved my hand through a wall today,
In order to feel the pain
Of the thoughts swirling through my head,
All of society's ills I wish were dead.
I can't escape feeling all the pain,
Scared of what I'll find anyway.
There's nothing that I can do,
Sit and watch as we bleed, two by two.
Why can't you just go away?
Why can't you all just go?
Live the private hell
Of ruined life,
The life you ruined yourself.
Why can't we all see the suffering?
That we humans feel, misery.
Blind to ourselves we stumble along,
Feeling the path ahead we can't go wrong...
Did we have to kill all,
So bloody,
So unwanted,
All the sorrow we feel in the end,
Only to return to the battlefield,
Field of shit,
Field of dirt,
Covering all: my blood.
Why can't you just go away?
Why can't you all just go?
Why can't you just go away?
Why can't you all just go?
The meticulous nature that is ours,
Is driving us down,
Down from the lofty heights
To which we aspire.
I can't shake the feeling of the pain,
See myself in this world of Humanity.
I feel so much for those who don't understand,
But they anger me when they won't let me in...
Not that I have the answers...
I know nothing...
Why can't you just go away?
Why can't you all just go?
Why can't you just go away?
Why can't you all just go?
Why can't you just go away?
Why can't you all just go?
Why can't I just leave you alone?