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the unforgiven...
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World of troubles heart and mind
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Old Wounds roused
bubbling up from deep within
pulling thier scars apart from the seams underneath
Pains squeezing their ressonance
into the tissues
forcing physical contortions on my stone face
Pushing the frown lines
buckling them up to form deep crevaces
Oozing...
Pushing...
Forcing...
Lips trembling
Fighting the thrust of invisible thread.
arches pushing up and the dragging down the corners sewing the words I want to speak in.
Eyes
fortified dams
lined with thick walls
woven from denial of pain,
suddenly filled to burtsting...
Cant hold back?
Wont hold back!
Pouring manic pain...
Torrents of truth and revelations.??!!!
drowning inbetween uncrtain breaths of hope !?!?
Cant breathe!!
cant think*!?!???
Strength leaves me...
Cant function,
Limp.
Just feel...
Pain!
Pain!
Just...
Floating...
Rising...
Rise...
...like old wounds,
busting through thier scars
from underneath
I ooze back into life,
thinking, breathing, feeling
stronger...
strong enough
to start the process
of weaving...
Really awesome. I know the
Really awesome. I know the pain. I don't get migraines very often but they are crippling and I kind of related this poem to that. I know its about mistakes and the crippling guilt and its very well written. The pauses are at perfect points in the poem
Thanks Carcass but this is
Thanks Carcass but this is just as much about the person who has been wronged as a person who has done wrong. If you read it again from the other perspective it has a duality to it. holding a grudge or holding on to pain. Eveb releasing it for a while doesnt really matter in the end because it still travels with us just as easily as the risk of hurting someone or someone hurting us. Omnipresent in the back or forefront of our minds. Guilt isa strange thing. Not all of us have it in the same degree. Is it measured out or programmed in? I wonder what the ratio is and how to factor the factors in? Thanks for reading sorry about the migraines. And yes you can take thos poem anyway you relate to it :) its allowed. Hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Yeah that makes more sense. I
Yeah that makes more sense. I have always interpreted poems differently than most. Oh well gives a different perspective on the matter!