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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA 
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And Yet, I Die Today, I died. A final act in a series of survival through false promises and battered flesh agony. I've long since passed that threshold of cope and God giving me more than I can handle. I'm out of time and understanding of sorrow stained tomorrows that drag me through hell only to wake the next morning - a reckless ritual, to do it all again. I've tried everyone and everything and still, there are no answers, no Band-Aids large enough to stop the gush of vile throbbing from my heart; And, no surgeon has yet to cut out this ache the listless complacency of it all; This robotic numb with it's mechanical beat pumping faithless blood through veins. Still, rose-coloured-glass-eye men in crisp white lab coats with their thoughtless theories and indifferent statistics say that it can’t be done; That a heart is unable to break in the science of things. Yet, as they polish the lettering of my name while darkness falls on cemetery stone I'm proof that a heart can snap, jagged as bone. Still pretending god – hope dares to show its face... yet, without love life has no meaning. Inside I die. By Melissa Long-Monette [This message has been edited by Honeybee (03-25-2010 12:00 AM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
quote: Within us there is the source of love and we can tap into this treasure till our last breath... and then breathe on ... Dear Melissa, this is such a powerful write, it reflects the extreme pain of moments we all know of I am sure. You are an excellent poet. Love, Margherita |
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