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Post by SweetSilverBird on Mar 28, 2014 18:21:18 GMT -6
A Cautionary Tale by Deborah Neher
..and in the end..
Death is like a vulture that sits just far enough away, that I can see it scrabbling closer through my pain confused eyes.
My pain is like a schoolyard punk who, with relentless pokes and jeers, and the deep need to run away, tortures me.
How can I run away from myself? Long, long days and days with fractured sleep leaves me brittle and hallucinating. What is there to fear beyond the pain? The clanging gong of pain.. The shooting electrics of pain... The pull and drag of pain... The tremendous weighted ache of pain?
..and if I love you, I will love you with all my pain. that's all that's left.
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pegesus
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To learn from Life is to live Life
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Post by pegesus on Mar 29, 2014 12:45:08 GMT -6
WOW....so much said and soooo much felt...I could and do feel the pain, and then the ending.....the love....sll that is left. Im not one to break down a poem to analyze what i enterpet, im just one who takes the poem the way it is written and express my feelings i felt from the words. Poetry is a special thing, it is written by the poet to express their feelings, what they see, what they hear and how that expression appers to them in words. Everyone perceives things differently basing it on their perceptions. that is neither right or wrong, if it has meaning for them, then that is good, your word were deep and with a mingle of despair and pain, but also with that everlasting ray of hope that love can give us....really enjoyed this touch of dark and light together. love and hugs mary etta
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Post by Lisa Arnold on Mar 29, 2014 22:30:42 GMT -6
Hello Deb, your poem is very stirring and captivating...I enjoyed the journey your words took me on...great job
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