Cranial Glue

Let my pain
and suffering
suffuse from my fingers,
and into the keystrokes
that carve out who I am –
what I am dealing with
even though no one ever
really feels my pain,
or shares my burden

I need a woman I can
speak my poetry to,
and then I wouldn’t
have to write it
anymore.

I still would,
but you get
the point…

© Christopher Rupley 2015

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