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A pain like fire
By A poet of madness
I listen to the songs you loved
Wishing you were here
Holding my baby
Oh the things you are missing
You missed me and my wife get married
You missed the night she had her blowout
And we found out she was pregnant
You missed all the fights that I'm sure you would've put her mother in
her place for
Saying something to the effect of
"That may be your blood baby but she's my mud daughter and you don't speak
to my family that way"
You missed the night that Ezra was born
Just in time
Any earlier or later would've been too much
And you'd remind us all of how perfect he is
I miss you so much at times like this
But I think why it hurts so much is I know you are here
Our red dragon
And our sun and moon
Fighting in our corner for us
Against the world
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Copyright 2017 A poet of madness
Published on Wednesday, August 23, 2017.
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"Poetry"
Author's Note:
You don't get to choose how or when, but people will hurt you. It will burn like fire or sting like ice, regardless of anything if you let them in. There are people worth letting in. This is about them.Comments on "A pain like fire"
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On Wednesday, August 23, 2017, Mute Serenade
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wrote:
This is a beautiful, beautiful ode. The last few lines drive it deep. Great write, my friend.
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On Wednesday, August 23, 2017, worm
(1149) wrote:
I could feel the passion of this piece! an excellent bit of writing... Kudos! ~worm~
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