Rooknroll Queen Poet Blank verse

Faking a Feeling

The bitter twist of the knife,
to bleed not for sympathy.

Releases the blood without empathy,
my thoughts will not subside, scour the edge of my fears.

Pierced, poised to keep hidden that lullaby,
I sleep where my soul, dreamless, dies.

Nothing but scars to shatter long-time broken dreams
In smithereens,
sinking in your absence, the catalyst without pain

So stab me now and make me feel again.

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Jill Spagnola November 17, 2015 at 4:33 PM Oh, how I relate to your piece. Emotional pain trumps physical in a heartbeat xo..., jill Rooknroll Queen November 18, 2015 at 2:48 PM Thank you so much for your comments. Yes I wanted to capture the raw feeling of pain with this, I feel it's my most hard hitting so far. Look forward to reading your work.