Inner Hurting

A pain--an inner hurt, building
Up, a death-bringing crescendo that
Rises and falls and
Fades away, leaving nothing
But the empty shadow of what it
Once was, and makes it seem
Like it wasn't so bad, makes you
Wonder if perhaps you
Should not have given in,
And yet when you
Remember how you felt those
Days, those nights of crying yourself
To sleep and being unable
To eat, you know
That there was nothing else
You could have done.

The End

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