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My Poetry

Filed under: Poetry — Tom @ 501

My head is spinning as I start to write this,
I don’t know if I can tell you all the words,
That my heart feels.

You shattered it into grains smaller than sand…
They grind aroud in my chest, tearing my insides apart
The pain is nearly unbearable.

One moment, I want to cry,
to scream at the world for ripping me off
the next, all is well.

DAMN YOU!
I want to scream.
DAMN YOUR CHOICE!

Choice isn’t the kindest thing,
Especially in the hands of another
when the other is the one I love.

It’s just wrong
This feeling of loss
I hate missing out on the good things

This body, once so pure,
Yerned for a chance
it’s final chance to seek love.

Now, that chance squandered,
Snatched from it,
It will never love again.

It knows this through and through
For when the light of day comes nigh,
It will have passed into a zombie

A shell, a walking corpse.
Hollow, left on the side of the road,
Left abandoned by a choice…

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