It is ashame when pain is so clear
Flowing through one's veins like lava
Unchecked by reality as it sears
That very heart that fails to respond
The emotions spills like wine over glass
Tender and caring with the knowledge
That it reamains checked by a soured past
One that makes the woman cringe
How much effort must be spent
On a sorrow shed in tears
For a love that was not meant
Spawning only the tendrils of fear
Everyday that passes is the same
A blanket of suffocating shadows
Glorified by the exhaulted pain
Of one that touches sorrow
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You write about topics I can relate to ...
and I guess many others, too. I guess we are all globalized beings, not only in knowledge but also in emotional placement on the paradigm of sorrow and joy.
Thank you so much for reading my work ... It gives me such glee whenever you visit.
Love
Myra
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