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Agony!

With sharpened axe you splice and splice again Repeatedly you strike Should I forget your name You take a rest and burn and ache and swell Until old familiar returns to bring me Hell You rage in Devils angry fire Keep me awake I can not sleep through depth of mire You drill with pressure, push, pummel and pull You drag, drain and dull - to peace - short while Praise be! Amen!... but not for long... with wrong move or slight of weather start over again...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 3/22/2010 12:51:00 PM
It almost sounds also like a bad trip to the dentist. haha. Yes, it is a great way of portraying agony here, and reminds me of old torture machines! How are you today, Anna-Marie? Luv, andrea
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Date: 3/4/2010 7:53:00 AM
I hate to think of you sleepless, troubled with an "angry fire." But you are right about the need to "start over again" when you're feeling this way. A very compelling poem, Anna-Marie! Excellent! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 3/4/2010 4:28:00 AM
Sounds like a terrible emotional state...Hope that it is not your life but just a topic. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara
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