Open Poetry #48 |
All this time |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
After all this time, I can hear her voice, I picture her laughing, and I see her crying, It hurts to know that I avoided her when she reached out to me, Cried for me, hoped for me, instead she was there alone, The family that surrounded her have claim to know what is best for her, Each time I look at her image, I want to cry, but no tears greet me, Instead, I am left with an uneasy feeling, a sense of loss that grows every day, I left a part of me when I decide not to forgive her for her words, With freedom I gained a lit bit of hurt that resonates within me, One day I can let her go, and move on completely from this pain, Until then, I write these words to express my hurt, and the loss I feel yet once again tonight. I speak insanity. I write fantasy. I sleep reality. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The loves we shed for whatever reason will continue to haunt us as the decades move slowly by . . . ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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MICHELMAS Member
since 2012-02-15
Posts 305Lancashire England |
time may heal, you can control your thoughts, but never your dreams Michael |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice writing...we all make mistakes...perhaps you will have another opportunity to profit from your lesson learned...James |
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