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To Wade in Pain๐Ÿ’”

As the Sadness Wanes

By Wyld Tha BardPublished 5 years ago โ€ข 1 min read
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My pain bears no name.

No rhyme.

No formal timeline of existence.

It just simply wades

at the center of my heart.

My inner temple scorches with such warmth

that derives from such eeriness and uncertainty.

This pain bears no name

yet it runs deep.

I have become disillusioned to the people on the street

who walk as if they are truly in such a state of deep sleep, all in a mother fucking sea of zombies

suited up in such materials as Polo and Abercrombie,

as well as everything else literally in between.

It's just business as usual.

yet nevertheless society has never minded me!

I have been that of a phantom, who passionately persists to remind one of such a haunting past.

As I indeed lurk deep into the grime that is the urban jungle.

I CARRY SUCH PAIN.

SUCH HURT.

AND SUCH DESPAIR.

That for now sits

Patiently.

Waiting to see if I would ever truly dare.

to openly express how much no one never really cared.

This pain seemingly knew no end

as the walls that are

my

MIND

begin to gradually

cave in.

sad poetry
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About the Creator

Wyld Tha Bard

Spoken word performing artist from Virginia but currently based in Phoenix, Arizona. Feel free to follow my IG @wyldthabard for more updated creative content. Luv and Peace โ˜ฎ๏ธ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿณ๏ธโ€๐ŸŒˆ๐ŸŒธ

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