Workout

darkrosedarkrose Posts: 40
edited February 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Tensions clash in another morning flood.
She's wrecking inside these internal collisions.
Clenching her heart so tightly, hiding all she can conceal.
Re-working this tired temple.
Stretching her sorrows into thin strips of blood.
In the glow of the sunlight,
Her skin smooths as she kneels.
Trying so hard to understand her place.
And why these wounds bleed more than heal.
She'll spin out of place, dancing with disgrace.
An attempt to rid her soul of more grief.
Since yesterday's release.
Yet again, her angered turmoil restricts.
Any hope of real peace.
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Comments

  • Nearly every line is a self-contained mini-poem of feeling; every sharp sentence a visceral stab or flood of being, painful but vital.

    Thank you for sharing this. There's a lot of feeling AND a lot of craft in this. I appreciate you posting it.
    :)
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