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Bruised Torn and Battered

Me, look at me In my background of gloom I'm barely alive In natures front room I feel like the tree In naked surround Bruised torn and battered On soiled life's ground I used to stand tall So proud of me Now I wither and age In bleak's misery The tolling of my bell Like thunder to the tree We appear to be in sync So troubled and nearly free Pillars we are and always In our peripheral Born we are of creation Who said it would be a ball http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/life-17.php

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Sara Kendrick

Date: 2/24/2012 3:09:00 PM

Great work..Enjoyed reading this afternoon..Sara

Karen Dominick

Date: 2/24/2012 10:26:00 AM

Torn & tattered, bruised and battered, feeling like I once...mattered. Enjoyed reading your poem today. - Best, Karen

Patrick Cornwall

Date: 2/24/2012 8:19:00 AM

we are all battered and bruised... Nice work........Patrick

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 2/24/2012 5:15:00 AM

Early morning reading to get the mind buzzing. Thank you for sharing your wonderful poetry James. Have a wonderful weekend and I hope to see more of your poetry when I get back to the Soup Monday. Usually pretty busy on the weekends with family so don't get to read much. Love, Carol

Brenda Victoria Northeast

Date: 2/23/2012 9:00:00 PM

Hi James I haven't been reading or writing much for a few weeks or days- life sometimes just absorbs you then spits you out on a dry place and you wonder where you are. I particularly like your lines in this poem-I feel like the tree In naked surround Bruised torn and battered On soiled life's ground Well done- I really enjoyed reading your poem. Brenda : ) Catching up.