Homeless Poetry

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By Patience Virtue

Burns

Everything burns.

Frost burns,

Hot burns,

Nothing-in-my-soul burns.

There is nowhere to stop and be;

Stopping burns too.

Always moving, pushing, going,

On to God-knows-what.

Tired, but never stopping,

Pushed by pain.

Everything hurts.

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Dirt cheap happiness:

Poetry.

Poor penny thoughts:

Prose.

World Lit poverty:

Jade Kingdom.

Priceless Green Inhabitants:

Cynics.

King and Chief of these:

Me.

Outside Looking In

Drama.

Cliché.

Awkward.

Bitter.

Sweet.

Bittersweet.

Pain.

Belief.

Disbelief.

Conflict.

Silent conflict.

No conflict?

No, conflict.

Conflict?

Invisible.

Four-letter word:

Theology.

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thanks for share. great hub, expressing about your self.

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