Hour 7 – Inside Out

There is pain inside

That I don’t let out.

Pain that I hide,

That I do not flout.


It’s not secret pain,

It’s just buried well

It isn’t a strain

To not share my hell.


If I release it

And unleash the grief

Emancipate it,

There is no relief.


Inside my being

Pain is intent,

Nobody seeing

The cost of it’s rent.

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