Open Poetry #19 |
It never stopped |
JamesBowie Member
since 2000-11-25
Posts 252big old Bangor Maine up by the shack |
I feel like I have lost something a lingering ache which I cannot fully grasp as I sit here with my empty arms, wanting only to have someone to hold on to Can you pass your days with only half of your feelings intact and still pretend to be happy, without feeling like your world is slowly fraying I only know that you are no longer with me that the log truck with it's screaming breaks never had the time to slow enough to spare me your loss It is hollow here will the open scar ever begin to heal as I drag myself from bed with only the thought that you would want me to go on I cannot even see myself anymore through the alcoholic haze I have driven myself into, and much may my ending be as tragic as yours, but with me it will be all my fault |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Very thoughtful write, James...conveyed dispair very clearly and poetically. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
i see a mood here, write on write on! I love it! |
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Cerenity Member Elite
since 2000-02-16
Posts 2637Escondido-California |
Hi James, Very emotional writing here, Love, Cerenity |
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