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Tag Archives: Pain
The Fight After the Fight
The Fight After the Fightby Michael DoyleThe first death you seeStrips away a layer of life’s dignity.It stays with you like an aura you wearWhile you fight the pangs of despair.The pain grips you by the heart.As you look into … Continue reading
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Tagged Aura, Battle, Bury, Christmas Season, Dead and Gone, Despair, Dignity, Due, Eyes, Family, Fight, First Death, Glory, Heart, Lack, Layer, Life, Love, mental-health, Misery, Move On, Mystery, Night, Pain, Pan, Pangs, Poetry and Poems, Rattle, Rucksack, Saber, Soul, Story, Treason, War, Writing
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Healing Scars Into Stars
Healing Scars Into Starsby Michael DoyleWe can beat ourselves up in the void,In all the shame we try to avoid. Waltzing through interconnecting rooms of shameThis is where we learned to wear our blame.We tell ourselves that we’re different,Acting humble … Continue reading
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Tagged Alone, Atone, Avoid, Belong, Different, Extended Hand, Far, Feel, Friend, Heal, Hopeful Eyes, Humble, Learn, Lives, Moments, Okay, Pain, Phone, Poetry and Poems, Real, Reverent, Rooms of Shame, Scars, Shame, Skin of Stone, Smile of Low, Stars, Stranger, Strong, Understand, Voice, Void, Waltz, Wonder, Wound
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What One Bullet Can Do
What One Bullet Can Doby MichaelIt’s funny,What one bullet can do,Taking away peace…As it stunned me.Watching time run out for youAnd taking from me, my peace.Replacing peace with strife,Removing what had been bliss.What’s left is a gaping hole.It should have … Continue reading
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Tagged Ate Away, Bliss, Born, Bubbles, Bullet, Crime, Cue, Daytime, Demons, Dream, Dreams, Eagle, Emptiness, Gaping Hole, Good, Happiness, Heat Full of Sorrow, Hurt Children, Hurt Person, Issues, Keep, Kill, Last Prayer, Life, Lived, Loss, Monster, More, My World, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Prayers, Shadow, Shooter, Shots Fired, Sin, Sleep, Soar, Soul, Strife, Stun, Talk, The Lord, Tiime, Tomorrow, Tragic, Troubled Soul, True, You
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The Distance Between Now and Then
The Distance Between Now and Thenby Michael DoyleThere’s a hurt deep inside you.It makes you say things you shouldn’t do.Lashing out at things that aren’t true.I get this because I once loved you.I’m leaving you and thoughts of you behind.The … Continue reading
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Tagged Behind, Betrayal, Confusion, Distance, Healing, Hurt, Illusion, Lashing Out, Leaving, Life, Love, Loved, mental-health, Mind, Now and Then, Opened My Eyes, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Point, Recognize, Relationships, Say, Thoughts, True, Wish
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Full of Moments
Full of Momentsby Michael DoyleLife is full of momentsOf “I can’t understand”.Maybe I don’t need toAs long as I’m holding your hand.There’s so muchThat I don’t know.From the mistakes that I’ve madeI’d guess it shows. I’ve made my peaceWith most … Continue reading
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Tagged Believe, Belssing, Death, Done, Full, Hide, Holding Your Hand, I Can't Understand, Inside, Knives Out, Know, Left, Mistakes, Moments, Momets, Pain, Peace, Poetry and Poems, Remember, Show, Standing, Strong, Victory, Walled Up, Wrong, Yesterday
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And Then Came the Final Fall (For Ozzy)
And Then Came the Final Fall (For Ozzy)by Michael DoyleFacing the music as it begins to playI, in my pulpit of one, begin to pray.Lost within my sense of inconsolable dreams,I take comfort in the prophet’s endless screams.Time went on, … Continue reading
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Tagged Black Sabbath, Blizzard of Oz, Call, Comfort, Crazy Train, Dark Night, Demons, Depression, Extremists, Final Fall, Hell, Hex, Hitching A Ride, Home, Homicidal, Inconsolable Dreams, Mature, Music, Nurture, Ozzy Osbourne, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Pouring Rain, Pray, Prince of Darkness, Prophet, Pulpit, Puzzle, Randy Rhoads, Regret, Shouting At the Devil, Singer, Song, Sreams, Urgency, Vain, Western Dessert
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Sympathy
Sympathyby Michael DoyleThe pains that we endureFor the things that we want.We know there’s no cure.For the dogs that won’t hunt.Sleep it offThat’s what they say.Give us a cough,Then, drink it away.We gotta be who we gotta be,That’s always kinda … Continue reading
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Tagged Cure, Enure, Pain, Poetry and Poems, Sleep, Sympathy, Troubled, Want
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