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Wounds
I cannot dry your tears
my hand cannot stretch
beyond an ocean
to wipe them from your face
or catch them
streaming down
your warm river of pain
that I
feel so
deeply, deeply, deeply
flowing from your heart
Your cuts surround me,
words I never heard
like cold knives
closing in for the kill
hungering the corpse of you
insistence undeniable
etched on my soul
deeply, deeply, deeply
tearing my thoughts
Sadness is all we share
yet it binds us
in tightest knots of forever
until we choke
drowning
in the blind darkness of your pain
two helpless islands
of abandoned hope
my hand cannot stretch
beyond an ocean
to wipe them from your face
or catch them
streaming down
your warm river of pain
that I
feel so
deeply, deeply, deeply
flowing from your heart
Your cuts surround me,
words I never heard
like cold knives
closing in for the kill
hungering the corpse of you
insistence undeniable
etched on my soul
deeply, deeply, deeply
tearing my thoughts
Sadness is all we share
yet it binds us
in tightest knots of forever
until we choke
drowning
in the blind darkness of your pain
two helpless islands
of abandoned hope
Published 12th Dec 2009
| Edited 15th Jul 2012
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12th Dec 2009 8:00am
what to say to do this piece justice. I would say it broke my heart, but how can you break what is already broken.. I choked on my tears for this one. Beautiful. <3
Anonymous
12th Dec 2009 4:12pm
A gorgeously realised string of thoughts and images. Makes me want to burn all of my own cheap love poems:-)
Anonymous
13th Dec 2009 2:33am
how i love this A!
13th Dec 2009 8:45am
Thanks Priya - and for all your kind words
on my on my other recent doodling!
on my on my other recent doodling!
13th Dec 2009 12:25pm
13th Dec 2009 10:18pm
To Kandice, Jack (please don't burn them)Celine 3amp & Priya - thank you all for your lovely comments. S'funny how some of the good stuff writes itself real quick - and Wounds was one of those.
