Dark Poetry #4 |
Price of Freedom |
Spine Grinder Senior Member
since 2000-10-28
Posts 1127Standing In Silence... |
The silence echoes my loneliness Even though you’re right next to me. And now I know…. We’re slipping apart…. Did you ever stop to think of, When you’re sitting there shouting, How painful your words are? How low you make me feel? DO I DO THAT TO YOU? DO I THROW YOUR MISTAKES BACK IN YOUR FACE? Over and over….and over… It’s worse then making them…. JUST STOP!! I want to scream... But I don’t. My mouth stays resolutely shut. (Days…maybe weeks later...I can’t remember...) The smell of your cologne… The touch of your skin… Random memories wash through me… And I sigh… And I gather my loneliness around me, And reflect upon the price I paid… The price of my freedom, Freedom from bleeding… Bleeding for you. My price of healing. "My soul is adrift in oceans of madness |
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hunnie_girl
since 2006-06-18
Posts 2567Canada |
very nice i liked the ending it summed up the poem nicely... hunnie A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war and a time for peace ~Ecclesiastes 3:8~ |
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