I feel your pain like the thrust

of a rusty knife blade to the gut

or maybe emotional death

by a thousand spoken slices

fear more acute than the reality

while running a jaded gauntlet

of an emotional mine field

anger seething from deep within

oozing frenzied feelings

through emotional wounds.


I can feel your longing for

soft silky emotions freshly spun

from a special space deep within

a place you once visited as a child

now inaccessible to your consciousness

puffy clouds of melancholy

hiding the sunlight of your spirit

each day awash with mirages

hopeless images of what can be

adrift on the horizon of your life.



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I love 'emotional death by a

I love 'emotional death by a thousand spoken slices' such true words. Superb poem. sue.

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Thank you.