One To The Next

I feel the calling,
Again
It haunts me
As if I am not hurt
Enough
Of this pain which
Hurts
More than I can
Bare
My soul to let
You
See the truth
Inside
Will not let me
Be
One with myself
Lost
Again in these lies
Cries
I often hear others
Speak
Of the evil I have
Brought
Into their lives
Surprise
To see that I am
Alive
If not well I feel
Tonight
I write my last
Rhymes.

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