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the gift of scars

Posted to Action Poetry

Suffering is something you hold yourself to
like not letting go
hold on forever taking it everywhere,
like my little friend
it comforts me in its deepness
look in, you'll never find an end.
It's eternity
an eternity of saddness and suffering
like the Buddha saw, it's unescapable
it will always be here,
so reliable, maybe that's what I like
its loyal, I can find it anywhere,
pain is its gateway
I'm used to it
its comfortable
There is so much of it
how can one person be selfish and greedy
and be happy
knowing there are millions
with the hope of plain food and warmth
Not Harleys and whiskey
Simplicity is what we all need
be greedy for survival
the rest is tangible.