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Torn

Loving you has opened a wound so deep A wound created past lovers ago A wound born of jealous grief Of trust misplaced Another scar ripped open and infected Gasping for this poisoned air With every failing breath I take This sinking feeling in my chest My heart pounding with heavy ache Slowly In broken rhythm images sight unseen except inside my head.. This torn scar has failed me Now Bleeding out Blinding bloody spout Now losing sight of you. Where am I to go with this? This pain with time has left me weak and tired. That soft white light once glowed and shared now dimmed Now falling into darkness I cant see you now. I cant see you now Love forgive this selfishness Our innocence near ruined Alone and howling at the moon.

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Date: 11/28/2023 11:20:00 PM
A very poignant and sincere write that hits deep. From the very first line i felt so much, as you’ve woven so many emotions of being torn and heartbroken in such a seamless manner. Pleasure reading this from the home page. Very well delivered
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Bean Pole
Date: 11/29/2023 8:34:00 AM
You are a true wordsmith I appreciate your thoughts.
Date: 11/18/2023 2:26:00 AM
Love, torn flesh, blood, fading sight as something goes into the darkness - yep, all there. Nicely put, Bean.
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Bean Pole
Date: 11/18/2023 9:19:00 PM
Thanks, Andrew. Words were hard won.
Date: 11/13/2023 8:31:00 AM
Your 'in broken rhythm' really struck home with me. Exactly what heartache is, it distorts the rhythm of our being. I loved the last line too, i think we have all been there,'alone and howling at the moon.' Great forceful emotion in this poem. enjoyed reading it. love janinexx
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Bean Pole
Date: 11/18/2023 9:19:00 PM
Thank you, Janine

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