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trapped

Standing at the well of shame.
Ready to wash you from my mind.
To forget all about you.
You're name.
You're smile.
You're scent.
Ready to get my heart back.
As it sits at the bottom of the well.
Drownding in the water or pitch black.
I cast my net of retrieval.
It comes up empty.
Why won't you just let go.
Set me free from you forever.
I cast it again.
Hoping it will pull up my heart.
Shriveled from sitting in it's own tears for so long.
Black and blue from all of you're abuse and games.
Still it sits at the bottem crying a beat of sorrow.
Crying for you.
Knowing you dont want it.
It sings a sad tune within it's beats.
Screaming you're name from this bottemless pit.
Can you hear it?
I hope it haunts you in you're sleep

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  • delightfulmess silver member
    September 11, 2008

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    Whew~

    Powerful emotions displayed is the piece.
    Nicely flowing anger pulses vividly here.

    Thank you for entering my contest Well Done. !!


    Delila

  • celadia
    July 20, 2008

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    I love the last line best, it's like a kick in the bum which obviously this person deserves so much if you had to write a poem about it.


  • jossiemarie
    July 16, 2008

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    amazing, so much feeling by far the best i have read yet in this contest, best of luck (((((((hugs))))))) joss.