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Sarah Turnage Poem
My heart, now turned black, has let go of its constant ache.
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing because I am nothing.
But being nothing is being free.
Free of the burden, free of worry, and above all,
free of myself-
as it was myself who let me down.
But that is not me anymore.
My body will reside into the earth.
My heart will turn to ash.
The only difference now is that my fragile mind will not be a part of it.
As I look back to the life I lived before,
I see nothing but a battlefield against myself
filled with struggle and war.
A war that I threw upon myself
and continuously lost.
I acted strong because it was the only distraction I had from the thoughts of my unfortunate inevitable life.
But now I have won that war-
the war of life.
And now I am free.
Copyright © Sarah Turnage | Year Posted 2021
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Sarah Turnage Poem
I watch the way you look at her-
the way you look at me-
and it is the same.
The way you smile,
look at my eyes,
her eyes,
my lips,
her lips.
It is the same.
The same continuous game you play with no conscience as you manipulate me into loving you, and into forgiving you.
It is not love, it is lust.
A lust, not for me, but for what I can give you.
Copyright © Sarah Turnage | Year Posted 2021
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