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Oz Junior Member
since 2002-01-18
Posts 13South Carolina |
This poem has no title yet because i cannot find the words to name it. A shadow has fallen Upon its face It lies there broken In this darkened place In a million pieces It lies here broken and even though it bleeds It still goes unspoken It weeps tears of blood But doesn't make a sound It just lies there pitiful Motionless on the ground What is this thing dying? Why was it ripped apart? The answer is simple my friend this is my heart. |
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Mac Attack Member
since 2001-12-12
Posts 100Ontario, Canada |
Your sign on has had an impact. All I could think of was "Tin Man's Heart". Nicely done, but I hope it is not autobiographical. It pains me to think you are as filled with the hopelessness you have so clearly expressed with this post. |
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Oz Junior Member
since 2002-01-18
Posts 13South Carolina |
It is about me. Only two things can heal me, time and love. One i have more than enough of and the other is lost. I will forge on but not before part of me has bled dry, withered and died. |
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strbbux Member Elite
since 2001-12-19
Posts 3859 |
Oz this is so sad, but a good write, I do see where it is difficult to title, but the main object here is the broken heart, so I would simply call it that, or what Mac suggested. Stay strong,writing is a wonderful healer. floria |
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