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

Date: 2/22/2019 3:37:00 PM

Very deep and well written Berteena, sad plight some are in, I relate!

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/25/2019 7:42:00 PM

I’m thankful my poem was well received and interpreted. I appreciate you!

James Horn

Date: 2/14/2019 7:50:00 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
Date: 2/14/2019 10:32:00 PM

You always make me smile. ;)

Line Gauthier

Date: 2/13/2019 11:24:00 PM

Love the vivid imagery in your poem, Berteena. Well done. Bravo.

Berteena Harmony Of The Soul
Date: 2/14/2019 10:31:00 PM

Truly appreciate your thoughts. ;)

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 2/13/2019 11:08:00 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
Date: 2/14/2019 10:31:00 PM

I’m both happy & sad that you were able to connect with this poem. You get me. I like that. xoxo