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About This Poem
fall the pain
~*~
the chest . . .
aged, beautifully engraved and carved
it resides in a corridor of my mind, locked
my life story
the journey, each chapter
echoes of tears, melancholy
memories of regrets and grieve
and within this old chest
I place them all
the remorse, the despair, gloom and weeping emotions
I open the lid and let them go, fall
the pain . . .
~*~
February 26, 2013
Sublime Form (Created by Constance)
2 Stanzas, 6 lines each
2/10/12/4/6/8 8/6/4/12/10/2, Syllable Count
One continuous thought
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