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Ruth Ann Scanzillo 1975 – present; all rights reserved.

Author’s Influences.

© 1/20/2021 Ruth Ann Scanzillo

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My Prayer This Christmas.

God, my heart aches, today.

My heart aches for those feeling anger. For those feeling fear. For those feeling hunger, who cannot eat. For those feeling loss.

My heart aches for those whose bodies are cold. For those whose eyes are sightless. For those whose touch is dismissed, rejected.

My heart aches for the confused, the bewildered, the misled. For the arrogant and defiant. For the abused, and neglected.

My heart aches for the weary, the sacrificed, the exhausted. For the sick, and dying. For those who cannot save them.

Lord, take this ache, and generate action in line with your Will.

Make me an instrument of Thy Peace.

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© Ruth Ann Scanzillo 12/22/2020 Sharing permitted with written permission of the author, whose name appears above this line. Thank you.

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Hurt.

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* Warning: This piece is Rated R.

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Bone pain

Stone pain

double-sided migraine.

Aching pain

Breaking pain

Burning, cutting, searing pain.

Gut pain

Butt pain

Shoot me in the head pain.

Do not make me feel pain.

Give your money

To the arts

Listen to them play their parts

I was always good enough

Wouldn’t suck

Give a fuck

I was shit

Out of luck

More pain

No more pain

Do not make me feel

Pain.

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© 11/16/2020 Ruth Ann Scanzillo

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