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Broken
Contributed by
outdoorsman
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Saturday, 6th March 2004 @ 07:37:36 AM in AEST
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Golden afternoons baskning in sunlight
all these memories have compiled into one
a single pleasant thought to rest my head on
this feeling will be my "feel good pill"
the one I use to numb the outside world
when nothing else will do
so many nights alone
days passed so slow
chilling me to the bone
flowers still bloomed
how could they manage?
even the sweet sunlight wasn't tempting
perfect days were passed long before
sailing on seas of uncertainty
my mind is a ship that is tattered by an angry currents
how could I miscalculate the pain
to assume that it is all okay
it will never be that way
on a still night
in a peaceful sleep
I was shaken awake
the flowers wilted
so did I
froze in time, but lingering on
dealing with this is impossible
accepting it is the hard part
I'm missing your face
and waiting for someone to take me home
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2004-03-06 07:37:36] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Broken
(User Rating: 1 ) by Stitch on
Saturday, 6th March 2004 @ 12:08:22 PM AEST (User
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I was attracted to this because I also have written a poem called "Broken." Mine is short and talks about how I've come to find healing, but yours is still a gaping wound. How could the flowers bloom when the one I love is gone from me? The pain is so obvious and deep. You might try tightening it some, but you have the gist of the feeling captured.
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Re: Broken
(User Rating: 1 ) by twinkletoes on
Monday, 8th March 2004 @ 09:13:55 PM AEST (User
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So many things delt with here, some beautiful and others tragic. I love this musing, you have given me some more insight into my own humanity. thank you.
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