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It Is Quiet

Posted by Puzzled Girl on May 7, 2009 at 4:10 PM

Stillness in moist air, where hot voices once echoed

Tiny shards of glass emotion painting pain

Slivers kissing red streams, the blood is wet

Sticky like glue that hasn’t quite set

Wounds still fresh, whimpers quiet

An animal afraid she may be heard

Curled into pillows and her own madness

Ache the child of kindness and caring

This is not her hurt but she owns it

Holds it like used tissues

Crumpled in her palms

Ready to be tossed but too much

~To let go~

Let it go away, find another vessel

To torture in mocking tones of nothingness

She has to feel, but prays to be numb

She has to know, wishes for ignorance

Her plastic smile is broken

Her heart filled with sorrow

Weeping with regret

Friendship is a hug in a memory

She is alone.


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A very well written piece, so much pain and sadness in it
Reply ~Michael
9:06 AM on May 11, 2009 
I know someone precisely like this. Always wanting and aching, never claiming responsibility. This is a well-written piece.
Reply Missy (AKA MRS. Wordmachinist)
1:39 PM on May 8, 2009 
This is a very well written, aching piece of life.