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Last Lesson

Contributed by spike on Friday, 2nd July 2010 @ 06:44:19 PM in AEST
Topic: self-harmpoetry








her mistake, she cut too deep
beyond where any tears would weep,
well below the everyday
that a razor blade could slice away

indeed, she went beyond the bone,
to niches she had never known
and shone a light into herself
where futures sat along their shelf

in demise, her epiphany
insight doesn’t come for free;
there’s always loss beyond the pain
and reasons, many to refrain
…too late.








Copyright © spike ... [ 2010-07-02 18:44:19]
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Re: Last Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by lesoleilnoire on Friday, 2nd July 2010 @ 08:11:43 PM AEST
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Intense poem, quite sad. This is very well-written and very true. Some people make incisions that can never be stitched. Great writing.

Heidi


Re: Last Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 2nd July 2010 @ 11:00:56 PM AEST
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This is a very sad subject to say the least.
You really wrote a touching write.

huggs, blessings,
emy


Re: Last Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Friday, 2nd July 2010 @ 11:08:01 PM AEST
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A very sensitive write bringing to the fore the horror of self harm,pervading sense of sadness


Re: Last Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by thebadguy9999 on Saturday, 3rd July 2010 @ 08:09:14 AM AEST
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nice write but kind of sad. good job


Re: Last Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by spud on Thursday, 8th July 2010 @ 12:20:51 PM AEST
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Hi Spike,

Sounds like someone who went further than had
been intended(?) And for some there's no going
back.

A plaintive sincere insight into self-destruction.

Tommy


Re: Last Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by quadira on Thursday, 8th July 2010 @ 03:25:18 PM AEST
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great insight, very sad and true for so many.


Re: Last Lesson (User Rating: 1 )
by chlois on Monday, 26th July 2010 @ 01:55:42 PM AEST
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love it..you completey brought her out and showed how she was feeling..fricken awesum




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