Open Poetry #13 |
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She asked me |
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PortuguesePoet Junior Member
since 2001-04-24
Posts 34 |
She asked me, Turn it off, Send me onwards. But I could not, Could not extinguish, So precious, so dear, Could not send her onwards, In spite of the tears. She begged me, Turn it off, My veins are molten iron, My heart already still. Yet I could not, Could not answer her plea. Her tears cut me deeply, Her suffering left me drear. She wept as she asked me, Turn it off And the wall collapsed. Bitterly I wept, I had to send her onwards, I had to begin it now. But knew if I did, My sins I’d be left to pay. I turned it off, She left, I left. I wept, I slept. |
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wayoutwalt Member Elite
since 1999-06-22
Posts 4870TEXAS (it's all big) |
wow this struck me hard.... i am glad you are here |
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Bill Charles Member Patricius
since 2000-07-11
Posts 10619highways, & byways, for now |
PortuguesePoet - I am glad that I came by for a read. Wonderful write. BC |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
The definition of agony and sadness would be this poem. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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