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Not Sorrow
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NEVERMORE
I am a paved road, a good intention.
Hell is where you confine me.
I only meant to ease your grief,
your business is your own.
.
If what I did and said caused pain
I know you suffer best alone.
I walked hard against your heart
and left deep prints as scars.
.
I wounded you, became a scab
and turned into a worthless mark
to remind you I had no regret
to have opened your wounds at all.
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Lady A
10-12-13
6:30a
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Rejection and being
Rejection and being overlooked is awful, no wonder you are sorrowful. I hope you find the right one soon. Well written poem that I enjoyed reading.
http://www.postpoems.org/authours/a.griffiths57
Respected Mm Allets
Respected Mm Allets.This is exactly how I feel when I put comments on the painstaking works of other poets on this site.I remember someone say somewhere(A great person I don't remember who) "Go easy on criticism" Thanx for reminding!!!!!!!!!!
©bishu
What I Was Thinking
Hurtful remarks, mild ridicule, and back stabbing - yeah, that's it & criticism too much too yep- allets
oh allets!
that feeling sucks
I can relate to this right now and let me just say you captured it rather well!
LOVED the first line! it just sank in me!
Much Love
Ashley
Sometimes you can hurt
Sometimes you can hurt someone and not even know it- Bob Dylan
Perhaps that doesn't apply directly to your piece but you reminded me of how the words of our loved ones can have such a deep affect on our hearts and souls. Especially when it's a gray matter and there are differing opinions.
Well written.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
Me is a mundane happy sailor sailin n the marsh
Me is a mundane happy sailor sailin n the marsh.God is good & always right.It's my ignorance that I don't understand ~~~ Glory to God~~~~~
©bishu
This is touching and so deep,
This is touching and so deep, Allets. Just how we feel when someone projects their pain onto us. -peace-
Never regret!!! Good reason for everything!! God doesn't do wrong. (He uses us for that..*giggle*)
Luv you, allets.
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "