| Dave's Poems |
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| I hurt inside. I feel the pain from the moment I wake to the moment sleep claims me. I hurt because I am alone. I am alone in every sense of the word. Even if I were surrounded by a sea of people, still would I be alone. I feel as if I am cursed, cursed by the creator himself. I am doomed to wander the earth alone, desparetly seeking for a way to cure my lonliness. Hoping against all odds that I find what I seek, find it before I no longer care. Yet that is not all, there lies a cruel twist within my curse. A twist that jabs me a thousand times like white hot needles into my brain. It is simple and yet so complex. Even though I may never be understoodby others, I am forced to understand them. Every person I meet I understand, even if only partially. They way they think, I understand. The things they want, I understand. Their ambitions, their fears, their desires, their problems, I understand it all. But never can I explain how I know, or even what I know. All I can say is that I know, somewhere down in the depths of my soul I know. This knowledge atleast brings me a little joy, a small gift that helps me survive my curse. I love being able to heal the pain of others. I love help people find their dreams agian. I relish the way that I can give people with no heart a reason to fell once again. This brings me joy, but the joy never lasts long, because it is a one-way mirror. I am the healer that can never be healed. I am the dreamer that can never find his vision. I am the man who is losing his heart, and may never find it again. I am alone. |
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