It never fades--
the pain.
It wraps around the ankles,
slows circulation,
and life is slowed.
It never smoothes,
regret--
It’s abrasive finish designed
to peel love from our hearts.
What’s left is bone, clean, enough
to convince the soul another day;
these things inescapable, not even
in death,
nor the retreat of sullen
living.
Life, lives on
beneath the sun, as to
death, mourns on beneath the moon.
No single tear can drown a heart
that pumps on
lingering things.
A contest entry
- Addicted to Pain by xXCadyBabbiXx.
900 points, ended January 3, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Awesome
What you do with imagery man is like picasso!!! Seriously you paint a clear picture with words and I admit I'm a lil jealous
just kidding but I gotta study some more of your stuff because you are definatley becoming the man on AP!!!! I need to think outside the box like you do when it comes to showing it and not telling it. Great job!!!!
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thanks for that bro. your comments r always a blessing
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I really like this one! Fabulous!
My fav lines,
It’s abrasive finish designed
to peel love from our hearts.
Wonderful write
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Aye, good sir... your brilliant poem bespeaks the truth that without our pain, what would we have?
All lines pierce my heart with their imagery. 
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"What’s left is bone, clean, enough
to convince the soul another day;"
"No single tear can drown a heart
that pumps on
lingering things."
oh my. another piece that hangs out around aortic chambers. i'm just gonna say it - profound.
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Woww!
This is good, stuff.
Very simply written but oh so good! -
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thank you. I was still trying to edit the background as you were commenting. i hope that doesnt count as cheating
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ha, your very welcome!
Haha, it doesnt..Maybe it would if I didnt like the piece as much, lol.
But once again, this is a very good write.
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