Short Untreated Poems

All untreated flower
      by herself dies ...
      All leaf not retained
      the wind drags her away.
      All love not given
      dead in life remains... !...

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Your *****
Is magnetizing

But I should 
Have seen this before. 

Screaming, at the 
Top of my lungs and
Without disdain. 

With this dog bite
Untreated the infection
Will undoubtedly be the
End of us....

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Ghosts of the past
Presently predicting the future
Wounds left untreated
Waiting on a suture

Affected by the infected
Waiting for Resurrection
Walking an exhausted path
Begging for reinvention

The wind at your back
No pack to cover it up
Wounds from whips
Screaming "enough's enough"...

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A million masks worn every day
A million more thrown away
A million more to litter the sea
A million more given free
A million more as this cycle continues
A million more else this virus will kill you!
A million ailments are left untreated
A million die non Covid related
A million vaccines to save the day
A million bucks in the politicians pay!!...

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Inside my head are haunted dreams,
Untreated wounds, silent screams.
A heart, a soul, both torn apart,
Consequences of a fractured heart.

Memories linger, refuse to fade,
In the depths where pain is laid.
Each unhealed wound a heavy chain,
Binding the past with a relentless strain.

Time, a witness to the lingering ache,
A soul's reflection in a shattered lake.
Untreated trauma, a relentless tide,
Echoes in the silence, where scars reside.



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Listen to this naysayer, 
Where thee never meets his course, 
Deny deny deny, 
Nein nein nein as the Germans say, 
His heart is hard like a stone, 
He battles with his own emotions,
That lead his head topsy-turvy, 
He's ill tempered, 
Loathsome bipolar they call him, 
Mixture of poisons stifle his heart, 
Where no words venture in that dark cavern cold, 
Love never thrives in it, 
This malady is left untreated,
Till the day he carries it to his grave....

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She pondered that big question.
    What was life to her now?

Is she?
 on the road 
to past repeating
 walking towards
psychotic beating
Is she?
 stumbling down
completely untreated
 crawling alongside
udder defeated

She answered that big question.
         This is her life now!

She is
 pivot point paths
fowardly creeping
 deflating reasoning
beyond just healing
She is
 wired inside
electrical feeling
 ending timed cycles
in holy completing...

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