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.Minutes.Hours.Weeks.
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Zoria Harris
Fuck counting sheep..
Instead i numbered shovel deep holes...
Insomnia murdered my dreams....
I can't sleep up all night mourning the..
loss of her presence near mine...
Although shes not dead....
I regret her absence...
I regret the stolen sound of her
laughter beside mine..
Painful raindrops poured like wine...
Sadness drinked my happiness away..
My heart is fading black...
Another year wasted with out her....
Minutes.Hours.Weeks
She's getting big & i don't get too
watch her grow...
May nineteenth another birthday
spent without my precious gold...
She was my air without
her i can't breath....
My heart can't explain the sensation..
I stand alone
within the sun has gone...
My eyes are drenched
in flames like the devil entered
& stole my soul..
It hurts the burning sensation...
I need a blessing from this feeling...
Maybe in Minutes.Hours.Weeks
My wounds will heal
Words can't describe how I'm feeling this. You express so much pain, yet overwhelmed with a sense of reassurance. Love you r writing style.
Keep it up!!
very emotional and powerful piece here. Not sure what happened exactly, but I am sorry for your loss.
Love,
jadalyric
this is good ma. i like the "Minutes.Hours.Weeks" thing u got at the ending. this was nice...
"...My eyes are drenched
in flames like the devil entered
& stole my soul..."
Wow! This story was so interesting that I knew what you was talking about instantly. The emotions behind this piece was backed up very well with visual imagery. I really loved everything about this poem. Good job and I hope you get your baby back in your life. May GOD continue to bless you forever! Peace!
Hey girl,
If wishes came true, and honesty and dilegence (ya cant spell at all) were truly rewarded i know you would have her in your arms. I feel your saddness in every poem you write. You deserve some respite. You are in my prayers. Great poem. ~Rae