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Bleeding Heart

Hesitant and much fretful I stood at the threshold of a cordoned off bloodstained room, dolefully cold, At this time a most dismal of moments and piteous to wrap my head around the conception when told my beloved lay bleeding—a murder most vicious. Oh, there are some hurts that nobody reckons When a rush of rage, pain and revenge beckons about a wanton act of mayhem and spiteful action, In the silent nights it beckons, oh how it beckons belying my fond ideals, beliefs and just conviction. ~Rhyme Time with 5 contest by Laura Loo

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 9/25/2017 4:49:00 PM
This is a heartbreaking tragic story. Well written about!
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Date: 9/25/2017 4:46:00 PM
A sad story, but a well written, lovely poem--well done Abdul--best wishes for a win!
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