The tears course
A slow river of pain
Into my soul
As I stare unseeing
At the wooden box
Of death
The stillness around me
Stirs the raging storm
Of the inside eye
As silence overwhelms
The hurricane of hurt
And shatters the calm brittleness
The dams break
Releasing all -
I let go.
GK - written in last year of high school
Submitted: May 12, 2009
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It what makes us humane.
Sat, May 30th, 2009 1:36am
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Yes, for sure. Strange how we often tend to resist expressions of grief...given the relief we feel from them...
Fri, May 29th, 2009 7:09pmFacebook Comments
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Baz
Very deep, GK. Lots of emotion. Me like.
Fri, May 29th, 2009 9:07pmAuthor
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Thanks, Baz. I appreciate your feedback!
Fri, May 29th, 2009 5:50pm