____To enrich my pen____
I am addicted
to the pain
when I can't find it in
my numb heart
I go to hunt
for it, in hearts
of them who suffer,
feed their misery
to the soil
of my heart
to enrich
my pen
my poems
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________In the face of Love_______
In the face of love
what should I see
see the spring
and flowers blooming
or the autumn
and all those tears
frozen
in the autumn's heart
Heart, when learns to feel the pain... cage of self becomes secondary...