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Mine Is Depraved.

What can save me from this desolate road I'm beginning to weave? Maybe acceptance of pain and a touch of greed. Pack my bags and say "Forget the Rest." But I jest. . . Because it's from the Rest that I see I am blessed What a mess. Take off your shirt and turn around, let me see that knife wound. Even though mine is still throbbing, and I got it from you. Humility dies at the hands of a friend Here's some Band-Aids Chief, your cuts, you mend.

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Robin Maughan

Date: 4/19/2009 7:16:00 PM

wounds can be healed through through your writing! Painful but awesome work! Welcome, Hugs, Robin

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Date: 4/16/2009 1:41:00 AM

Hi Josh, This poem shows a lot of emotion. You have nice rhyming going on. And you show your deep pain. It is an excelent write. The last line is very powerful because when our feelings toward someone else are so strong and the pain of not having what we want constantly occupies our thoughts nothing can help except self-healing and it hurts (I have assumed that the knife wounds are metaphorical to show how deep the pain is. Am I right?) Be patient happiness comes after healing.

John Loving Iii

Date: 4/14/2009 12:54:00 PM

i think a knife wound is enough to convince me that it's time to get away. get away! jhl