Can’t take another punch today
I wish this pain would go away
Another kick will lay me low
And put my heart through another go
No will to rise up and stand
Rather the Darkness holds my hand
I know well its bitter touch
And yet this world’s become too much
So as I lay down to sleep
I hope my soul, it will keep
For if tomorrow waits my gaze
I’ll welcome its numbing ways.
Kember's Journey 
I felt this one. Excellent job of weaving words that convey emotion and pain.
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Thank you! It’s a weight off my shoulders to put those into writing.
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It felt like the poem could have ended at “too much”, but the rest of the poem almost added a hopeful glaze to it.
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Ahem, “Dear tomorrow, come with all your bitterness!” type of hopeful I guess. Wow, were strong to egg on the next day that kicks our asses
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It could have ended there, but I felt it needed just that touch more, I guess.
And yeah, we’d have to be strong to taunt tomorrow into kicking our asses. XD
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😍👍🏻👍🏻😍
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Beautiful – hope you resurrect strong and powerful
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Thank you! I’m already feeling better since putting those feelings into words! 🙂
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I am glad you are. Stay blessed
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