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Broken
Contributed by
NeonHusky
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Wednesday, 2nd March 2005 @ 03:40:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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She entered her room
More dead than alive
Feeling sadness swallow her mind,
She began to write a letter that spilled her emotion
A letter she never had the chance to sign.
The letter was apologies
From everyday of her life
The apologies were many galore,
She filled many pages
For being selfish and insignificant
Greedy, hateful, lazy and much more.
She had finished with soft sobs
Gave the letter to her sister
Then sniffling, she crawled into bed,
Sobbing silently to herself
She had felt no love
So from the world she wishes she hath fled.
She felt useless to everyone
Unworthy of the gift of life
She felt life w/out love was no life at all,
So she lay there sobbing
Loathing her very existence
Knowing that w/out love she could only fall.
Her sobbing had slowed
As a tear glided down her face
Her consciosness crawled until blank
The sobbing had ceased
The tears no longer flowed
Her fair cheeks abruptly became lank.
Her broken mind had no thoughts
Her broken heart had no love
Perhaps thats why it stopped beating.
Think of your words to another
They may be the last they hear
The soul, not the flesh, may be bleeding.
Copyright ©
NeonHusky
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2005-03-02 15:40:47]
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Re: Broken
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by deadheadpoet on
Sunday, 14th August 2005 @ 06:24:43 PM AEST
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I cannot believe no one commented on this. It was such an intriguing story. The ending was like finishing a wise old fable. The last few lines slapped me hard across my face...
Think of your words to another
They may be the last they hear
The soul, not the flesh, may be bleeding
I am impressed. Great write. Peace to you, Laura |
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