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I begin to write- Five words
With my pen poised- I begin to write you a poem, Oh, words and thoughts are whirling in my head; And from deep, deep WITHIN the floodgate is open, The blood drips and the bleeding words spread; With my pen poised- I begin to write you a poem. All my saddest, emotions and sorrows- I give to you, Oh, please will your carry my burden for awhile; I am in THAT cemetery walking under a sky so blue, Then, I am a girl standing alone in a church aisle; All my saddest, emotions and sorrows- I give to you. My beloved- are just names engraved in cold stone, Oh, mom I wish you were here to hug this girl; Will you be my FRIEND and hold my hand as I moan, And from this sorrow beauty will whirl and twirl; My beloved- are just names engraved in cold stone. And I write over and over again- my dreadful pain, Oh, the sorrow and grief is etched in words I write; I put my poem in a CONTEST and wait to be slain, But sometimes, with great joy, I see a bright light; And I write over and over again- my dreadful pain. When I am held high in the light- I know pride, Oh, and when my words are lost, I weep alone; The bleeding stops and into SOLITUDE again I glide, And I let my grief rest and the pain has flown; When I am held high in the light- I know pride. ___________________________________ May 27, 2016 Poetry/Rhyme/I begin to write- Five Words Copyright Protected, ID 16-795-445-0 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Inspiration, five of my poems: and that comes from within All That I Am death of a friend Bite Me silence sweet solitude Written for the contest, Five Word Challenge sponsor, Timothy Hicks Fourteenth Place
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