Open Poetry #45 |
Broken |
1slick_lady Member Ascendant
since 2000-12-22
Posts 6088standing on a shadow's lace |
Broken there are no angry words in suffering my heart breaks as I die by degree there is nothing to touch with nothing in reach sleep brings tearless silence as dreams slip awake gone why did my heart turn and betray me in a now lonely bed with the distance of incomplete how do I breathe when my lungs won’t fill and there is no soothing in a world outside that has survived and here inside my knees are buckled and bent in crawl my skin is much too sensitive I don’t understand it either and wish it would change so I call on an angel but I hear… they fall broken too "I'm so hard to handle |
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ThisDiamond Member Rara Avis
since 2002-02-22
Posts 9353Michigan, USA |
Hugs Shivered me in the reality |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Deeply touching, excellent write, dear Helen. Love, Margherita |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
If angels do "fall broken" then they always get up repaired and made whole. Maybe that's the purpose of a fall. This is a sad write but I've a feeling that you will "get up" again. Helen |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
and there is no soothing in a world outside that has survived and here inside my knees are buckled and bent in crawl my skin is much too sensitive If I had your talent with words, I could have written these words as year ago. Just remember, my friend... time is a wonderful glue and mosaics are beautiful. |
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Osprey Member
since 2009-04-12
Posts 249 |
Poignant, that's the word. Strips the skin off already. raw nerves. So. I'll tell you what I said to the mirror: 'Stand up, man, and be counted. You're not above not being loved, live with it.' x If it's bereavement, I have no answer, just a, xx. |
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