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By hollymccormick Date: 2001 Oct 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.10.12.06.20512]] |
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Pulsating pain rips my soul As screams and moans echo through The colors blurring and images blending together Through the tears in my weary eyes. I sense immortality in every painful burst Of courage as my senses flee Away from my conscious self Into the hell that has become my reality. I seek help in the arms of strangers Terrified of the looks that I perceive To be as divesting as the pain That racks my body. Petrified of the fear that climaxes Into a fevered pitch As each roll of pain Produces its end result. With a final gasp the pain subsides And I hear the angels cry Beholding the new soul that has become My labor of love. To Nikky November 1991 |