Phyllis Babcock Poet I do not know?

Limits

Tormented by war

Kicks that knock you down,

Life that takes it twists and turns

The jagged knife inside you burns.

You do not bleed

Your blood runs dry

To what expectation

To what limit can you go

Before your blood will boil and flow

Before torment begins to show.

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Poet Destroyer A September 8, 2015 at 8:08 PM Hello, Phyllis.... I chose this poem, because of the title. I'm not disappointed. What I like here, is the fact this is the opposite of most limit poems I've read. Everyone has a limit. Time easily shows more than age.. hugs ..Linda Phyllis Babcock September 11, 2015 at 3:07 PM War can take a person and break them to their limit. When you see how some lose their whole families it breaks your heart. What limit will they go before they reach breaking point. love phyl

Andrea Dietrich November 2, 2010 at 9:29 PM Yes, before blood begins to boil. YOur title for this one is excellent, Phyllis. Well, you are my last read of the night. I am SO tired!! Gotta do one thing for school tomorrow and I am outta here!! LUv, Andrea