You would think I'd learned my lesson,
put my heart out for the last time. . .
You ripped me to shreds without trying,
ground my soul into bloodied dust.
Yet, just the sight of your name
stirs those passions I tried to resist.
How many ways can a person be a fool?
More ways than I ever thought possible.
I sit by a phone that does not ring.
I stare at its sterile plastic shell.
Knowing it will not fill this void with
the voice I love more than life itself.
Where does a wounded heart go to die?
You threw me away again and again without
even knowing the wounds you inflicted,
without caring about the hurt I felt.
Foolish woman, I sit here, sick and pale,
trying to find a way to cope with the
sorrow that is burning me to ashes,
blown away in a wind carrying no remorse.
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A contest entry
- Contest~Your Choice by Dak.
600 points, ended January 16, 2008, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow this is an aamzing write and it holds so much depth and emotion in your every word. well done and best of luck mommy wolfie
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Thank you, darling. As it happens a very bad thing is hurting me and this was one way to get rid of some of the pain.
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Oooh! A fresh write. Wow, very sad, yet strong. I can most defintely relate to this, more then you could imagine, I'm sure. Your word choice leaves me with a vivid image, and you show, not tell.
"ground my soul into bloodied dust...
How many ways can a person be a fool?
More ways than I ever thought possible.
sorrow that is burning me to ashes,
away in a wind carrying no remorse. "
Just some of my favorite lines. Thank you so much for enetering this into my contest, I enjoyed reading it and am about to again. :]
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