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pain
the moths are fluttering in the pits of my body
and i try to decipher the flap of every
crushed, grey wing
but i comprehend nothing of this
empty
bland emotion.
i see the pain in her eyes
reflecting mine
for i am unable to make her heal
and i feel insignificant in a life
too full to hold
an overflow like me.
the time is ticking
and i can sense an overwhelming air of
an end i try to run from but-
i try to run but i cannot seem
to set myself free.
the cold water fills my lungs
i try to drown away all i feel
and all of me
but i gasp for breath
because i am not meant to leave this way.
i am full of regrets
and hold in my hands
a clench i never let loose
because i am a burden stuffed sore
written halfway and crumpled
into piles of torn paragraphs of an
incomplete tale.
and i try to decipher the flap of every
crushed, grey wing
but i comprehend nothing of this
empty
bland emotion.
i see the pain in her eyes
reflecting mine
for i am unable to make her heal
and i feel insignificant in a life
too full to hold
an overflow like me.
the time is ticking
and i can sense an overwhelming air of
an end i try to run from but-
i try to run but i cannot seem
to set myself free.
the cold water fills my lungs
i try to drown away all i feel
and all of me
but i gasp for breath
because i am not meant to leave this way.
i am full of regrets
and hold in my hands
a clench i never let loose
because i am a burden stuffed sore
written halfway and crumpled
into piles of torn paragraphs of an
incomplete tale.
Published 23rd Dec 2010
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24th Dec 2010 6:02pm
Anonymous
18th Jan 2011 11:16am
I empathise.
Well written,
S
Well written,
S
9th Aug 2011 5:15pm
you are so good at "wretched excess" (a term often used to describe
the movies of Ken Russell).
"the moths are fluttering in the pits of my body
and i try to decipher the flap of every
crushed, grey wing
but i comprehend nothing of this
empty
bland emotion."
there is SO much crappy hyperbole on this site that i turned
the page on your poems many times before i actually took
the time to read one. then i read a few more and quickly put you
in my "follow" list. your hyperbole is grand in that you create such
wonderfully original exaggerations. they actually mean something
to me, something new.
the movies of Ken Russell).
"the moths are fluttering in the pits of my body
and i try to decipher the flap of every
crushed, grey wing
but i comprehend nothing of this
empty
bland emotion."
there is SO much crappy hyperbole on this site that i turned
the page on your poems many times before i actually took
the time to read one. then i read a few more and quickly put you
in my "follow" list. your hyperbole is grand in that you create such
wonderfully original exaggerations. they actually mean something
to me, something new.
18th Aug 2011 5:44pm
wow thank you so much for your compliment, i really appreciate that you have taken time to read my work. I hope you continue enjoying reading my poems. It dates back from a long time . :)
