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You lay in your bed
With grief on your mind
You wish there wasn't
A thing such as time
But little do you know
There's a man next to you
Quietly sitting
And listening to you
He's called the Listener
He takes all your pain
Crumples it up
And throws it away
So pour out your feelings
Your grief and despair
Give it to him
You'll feel lighter than air
He takes every burden
Every ounce of your sorrow
He takes it all promising
A brighter tomorrow
And when he has finished
Taking your pain
He'll leave but will always
Return again and again
So call on the Listener
When you feel all alone
Or when life's cold wind
Cuts straight to your bone
He'll be right there
Right next to you
Read to listen
And comfort you

- Title: The Listener
- Artist: Gazma
- Description: This was written during a long drive to a college I was checking. Memories and current issues were overwhelming me...this poem came to me through the moment of darkness. I'd like to think of myself as the Listener. ;) I also realize that I rhymed using the same word in some places (ex: line 30 and 32)
- Date: 02/18/2010
- Tags: listener pain sorrow mind bone
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Comments (2 Comments)
- nbetweener - 02/23/2010
- Very good flow. Rethink, rewrite, and surprise yourself. This be be very good with not much work.
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- xperfect circlex - 02/21/2010
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Really nice :]
It was kind of disapointing to see the some of the poem rhyme and another some not. it was kind of off and on in a way... Otherwise it was fantastic i really liked it
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