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Re-visiting the past
Contributed by
Jussy74
on
Sunday, 29th January 2012 @ 01:45:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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My guts are spilling, burning, churning
Re-living my past, explaining the unexplainable
Trying to pass on a decade of learning
In a language that doesn't seem to exist
Memories and feelings tumbling down my cheeks
As the rawness comes flooding into my soul
Giving in and letting you see me weak
Wanting nothing more than to curl up in your arms
The feeling of neglect, hopelessness and insignificance
When all I wanted was to be important
So I shall stride on in defiance
The thickest of walls protecting me from the ones I hold dear
Did I do something so very wrong,
To be deserving of the lot I got in life
Surely a person shouldn't need to be this strong
To endure so much heartache at the hands of precious ones
Memories pushed deep within scream to be let free
I silenced them with my strength
Until you came along, the one who see's me
Asking angry questions that destroyed my defences
Now as weak and feeble as a child I sob on my bed
As the betrayal floods out of my mouth, ripping my heart in two
Hurtful words and feelings swirling around in my head
As the memory corpses escape their graves to roam free once more.
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2012-01-29 13:45:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Re-visiting the past
(User Rating: 1 ) by g6379 on
Sunday, 29th January 2012 @ 03:58:29 PM AEST (User
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Brilliant, very powerful poem. |
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Re: Re-visiting the past
(User Rating: 1 ) by Butterflygirl40 on
Monday, 30th January 2012 @ 08:06:46 AM AEST (User
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very good poem
keep up the good work..
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