Open Poetry #38 |
Lost |
Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York |
Laboring a broken heart. Overwhelmed by the lack of optomism, saddened by the urge to let go. Torn between who I am, and who I want to be. Unknown Futures, unforgettable pasts. Marching forward, to other destinations, more productive journies. Looking deep within, overwhelmed with fear. Salty grains of foreclosure, tingling in these open wounds. Uncommon realities, undeniable love. Marching provocatively, to other beats, the drum silent, Left behind with tears in these hazel eyes, oblivious to the hurt they with stand. Saddened by our letting go, tainted with forever so. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
gosh Kellie you are really pouring out some tear-jerkers |
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Bodger Senior Member
since 2005-06-12
Posts 1260Tolerance for a short time |
You encapture life Kelly But all of your words could be linked to the frustration of someone of any age Who wants a life, and not what is delivered to them Excellent Dave |
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FNG Member
since 2006-02-07
Posts 477 |
Sad and heartfelt write. |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
not tainted in the least, but more refined, to life...it is those who suffer the greatest who are given the light of perception, courage, strength.... Hugs and thank you for an amazing write. |
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