{"sf1_id":682056,"sf2_id":"bebPqQqn","title":"Poem #5","author":"Shadowfortuna","words":79,"posted_at":"2014-03-19T23:01:00.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/682056-poem-5","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/bebPqQqn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/20/15/20150ae3-c39f-4d90-9671-0680b9fcebdc","description":"#5 of My Poems\n\nanother short one.","content":"To think that when life ends,  \n that end to this journey,   \n means no more pain,   \n even if i'm gone.  \n Sometimes, i wish it to end,  \n As the pain mounts higher,  \n Digging into my soul.  \n As i cry to sleep,  \n Weeping salt down my cheeks,  \n Why would the powers test me so?  \n The pain mounts, growing harder to ignore,  \n In my head, i can feel so much more.  \n The people in pain around me,  \n Like molten glass in my skull!\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"My Poems","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/682055-poem-4.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/682058-poem-6-7.json"}}