Sounds odd but its real,
Advict schoar of quiet and pain,
There are peope imagine first t master silence,
Some call their offices pain,
If they have not weathered the storm,
Struck at least once by a car,
Endured Shingles,Cellitice heart break there liars and fools,
No M.D. who never felt pain wil wver see me.
I will Never share anything with a human unempathic to pain.
I loath peope who ask me how Ia am and have never shoveled in ten asprins just to stand.
Poets we cornered the markets,
We know how hurt feels.
Cut down by a hald damily member goal to force our mom from her home sice dad died.
Her death will give me great joy!
I’m going back reading,
I send blessings to you all,