Berteena Harmony Of The Soul Poet Free verse

Nobody Knows

Rancid tomato
decaying slowly.

Every ounce of me
pressed out.

Throbbing head and
aching bones.

My body crushed
under expectation.

Not knowing how long
life will sustain. 

Ruptured wounds
slowly decompose. 

Losing color from
my veins.

Nobody notices while
I’m bleeding out.

Everyone discards
rotten tomatoes.



Berteena
Harmony of the Soul

13 February, 2019

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John Hamilton February 22, 2019 at 3:37 PM Very deep and well written Berteena, sad plight some are in, I relate! Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 25, 2019 at 7:42 PM I’m thankful my poem was well received and interpreted. I appreciate you!

James Horn February 14, 2019 at 7:50 AM No body knows the trouble I am in except God and Jesus. Your icon for indescribable is appearing on my computer screen. Of habit, I am a creecher, That always needs another teacher and for Trump many an impeacher. Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 14, 2019 at 10:32 PM You always make me smile. ;)

Line Gauthier February 13, 2019 at 11:24 PM Love the vivid imagery in your poem, Berteena. Well done. Bravo. Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 14, 2019 at 10:31 PM Truly appreciate your thoughts. ;)

Caren Krutsinger February 13, 2019 at 11:08 PM Whoa! I feel like I have been run over by a Mack Truck and kicked into a ditch. Thank you for reminding me I need a headache pill. I had not noticed my own fatigue and discomfort, until I had this insanely harsh wake up call. I love a poem that shows me my truth! Thank you Berteena. Berteena Harmony Of The Soul February 14, 2019 at 10:31 PM I’m both happy & sad that you were able to connect with this poem. You get me. I like that. xoxo