Thrown In the Garbage

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You cannot see the tears that are falling, falling, Oh the pain in my heart- the bleeding of my soul; My poetry that I hold precious was trashed, worthless, They were thrown away as garbage without thought. I will never get used to that sinking pain of failure, Still, I do it over and over and over again, and again; I pour my soul on paper for consideration, for a place, Oh the pain in my heart- the bleeding of my soul; My poems trashed, oh, I gather each word up, each word. ____________________________ July 15, 2016 Poetry/Verse/Thrown In The Garbage Copyright Protected, ID 16-808-918-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.

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Jack Horne

Date: 7/30/2016 2:49:00 PM

sad but lovely write, my friend - yes, i agree with the comment below (your poetry is always beautiful). just think: not everyone likes Shakespeare, but that's just their opinion, and they're wrong...

John Hamilton

Date: 7/15/2016 5:07:00 PM

Very nice, Constance hope it does well! Think you may have an extra word in line 4.

Constance La France
Date: 7/16/2016 7:04:00 PM

John, thanks for visiting and spotting that typo, appreciate ~

Jesse Day

Date: 7/15/2016 4:34:00 PM

The passion is intense as I read through the painful words from your gifted pen. Making a gem out of garbage - possible idiom :) Excellent poem and good luck in the contest! Jesse

Constance La France
Date: 7/16/2016 7:07:00 PM

Jesse, thanks for the compliment and the idea for an idiom ~