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Brandy Avery ~pain~ - Poem by Brandy Avery My rainbow is black and colorless. I always feel weak and powerless. I am one major jacked up mess. When your at my side I can finally rest. My broken heart, soul, & mind. Relief I can finally find. I feel like I am a cold person. I wish someone would just listen. Love and more I cannot feel. Hope one day my dreams will be real. I cannot feel anything at all. Except the pain when I fall. I fall to my knees and pled. Why does bad shit always happen to me. There must be something I would see. I take my love and I take it down. Picked up the broken on the ground. I am afraid I will never be found. Comments about ~pain~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe
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Brandy Avery ~ ~ Péine - Poem by Brandy Avery Is é mo tuar ceatha dubh agus dath. Is dóigh liom i gcónaí lag agus powerless. Tá mé mór-jacked suas praiseach amháin. Nuair a bheidh do ar mo thaobh is féidir liom a chuid eile ar deireadh. Mo chroí briste, anam, agus aigne. Faoiseamh féidir liom a fháil ar deireadh. Dar liom tá mé ag duine fuar. Ba mhaith liom go mbeadh duine éigin ag éisteacht go díreach. Grá agus níos mó nach féidir liom a bhraitheann. Tá súil agam go lá amháin agus beidh mo bhrionglóidí a bheith fíor. Ní féidir liom aon rud a bhraitheann ar chor ar bith. Ach amháin an pian nuair a thagann mé. Titim mé ar mo ghlúine agus pled. Cén fáth go bhfuil cac olc a tharlaíonn i gcónaí dom. Ní mór go mbeadh rud éigin ba mhaith liom a fheiceáil. Glacaim le mo ghrá agus a ghlacadh mé síos. Mbailítear agus a scaoiltear an briste ar an talamh. Tá eagla orm nach mbeidh mé a fháil. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ ~ Péine by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe