For the Love or Pain Poetry Contest of Ink Empress
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I think I’ll pluck today petals of pain No “He loves me, he loves me not” will I innocently repeat. Dashed dreams follow me and hope, a broken sparrow lies bleeding at my feet. Oh, when did my fantasies vanish into gloomy skies? “Pain today. Pain tomorrow.” As I pluck each petal, I find hopelessness has wilted each one that falls away. Is there any gladness I might borrow? I think it matters not what I say. I know enough by now of bodily woe. Petals, once so pretty, where did you all go? Once the bright amethysts of my glad spring, the flower’s petals now drop to the ground like withered leaves of late autumn. Fall ing Fall ing Fall ing one by one by one. Chronic pain is no easier than any mental anguish I have known. My lot in life; the burden given me: my l a r g e s t sorrow - “Pain today; pain tomorrow."
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