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That Time Of Year

Contributed by silverscent on Tuesday, 23rd May 2006 @ 03:09:05 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



And that sickly feeling in the pit
Of my stomach and heart
Has returned - again,

It must be that time of year.

Like an aching clutch
Throttling my gut until
My throat becomes dizzy,
And my mouth leaks.
The stench is violent,
Like my memory -
Both expelled from my
Body.

Pupils dilated with
Bloody lines surrounding them.
They remind me of a marble
Centrepiece - cold - still,
Empty.

My speech is slurred,
But not a drop has passed these lips.
Nothing - but a drop
Of my own misery in a
Salty liquid form,
And it tastes better blended with
Waterproof mascara.

Finger nails blunted in
A last attempt to scratch
The pain away - forever,
Cast them away forever.
Then I'm reminded as
My not so friendly ghost
Still visits me with the many
"What if's" that follow...

I miss a part of myself
The part I let go in a brutal
Attempt to keep my innocence,
And freedom.
I miss the smile from my
Nightmares -
Creating this putrid feeling
In the pit of my stomach
and heart.

It must be that time of year.




Copyright © silverscent ... [ 2006-05-23 15:09:05]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: That Time Of Year (User Rating: 1 )
by ham323 on Tuesday, 23rd May 2006 @ 04:21:39 PM AEST
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Nice poem.


Re: That Time Of Year (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 23rd May 2006 @ 06:31:26 PM AEST
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holy wow! I can't even manage a concrete thought to relay how deeply this
moved me. Brilliant in execution and flawless in description!!

I could not place my finger on exactly where this piece touched me as the
entire, magnificent write is so incredible. I guess I just relate to these
feelings more than usual. [That time of year indeed!]

Excellent contribution. Thanks for sharing this.

~Breezy


Re: That Time Of Year (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 12th July 2006 @ 12:06:20 PM AEST
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I liked this poem best,read them all.Very powerful and well-written.Here's to a less-painful time of year,

Den




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