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My Tears Are Caused By Pain"My Tears Are Caused By Pain"
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
-All the abuse my heart has received
In my life time
Means nothing to you..
Did you ever like me to begin with?
Is your rejection.
I understand.. no one
Not anybody.. Can love this monster.
-I lay on my bed
Tossing and turning.
I can't sleep nor eat.
My mind is a rushing river of thoughts.
-All the negativity in this head of mine..
Pulls me deeper and deeper
Into the dark, bottomless chasm
Where my mind will be lost forever..
-All my energy is sucked out of me.
All my strength is crumbling beneath my feet.
I can no longer stand in place
Without tripping and falling further down into the pit of darkness.
-All my hope I once had
Everyday it is taken away from my soul.
All my love I once shared..
Broken and torn out of my heart.
-I ask you..
Does my pain and suffering give you energy & strength?
Does my weak heart
Give you hope and love?
A Spark"A Spark"
By: Ulrich J S Edelstein
~Happiness is something that doesn't come to me often,
That's one thing.
But there's always one person that can set off a spark,
No matter how small that spark might be.
~And these last few days,
That spark was set off by you.
Thanks for that. I really appreciate it.
And all day i long for you to get online,
Because no one talks to me.
~My family leaves me to myself,
Because of my depressing atmosphere,
No one wants to be around me nor do they expect me to want to do anything with them.
Everyday is painful, but i get through it
Because there is always that one person to set off that spark..
The TrundlerThe waste land behind the fire station is always silent. No birds sing there, and even the wild rabbits and feral cats avoid it. Weedy wildflowers nod their seasonal heads in the breeze. Lying fallow in the midst of housing developments, shopping malls, the new movie theater — the vacant lot stands out like a knife wound on a woman’s placid face, shocking, brazen, ugly.
It is always empty. Except for one thing: a ragged heap of old trash, all nasty black tar paper and vicious snarls of rusted wire, car parts and broken glass and other junkyard jetsam. The embodiment of injury waiting to happen, an invitation to a tetanus shot... the city never hauled it away. No one ever wants anywhere near it; it radiates an eerie sense of calculating watchfulness.
And at night, it wanders.
When darkness falls, and the last cars heading into the hives of tract housing stop illuminating the asphalt with moving-picture shadows, it… unfolds. Bitter, broken tangles, grotesquely mov
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