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A Poem by Spunk
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How it feels to regret.

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This gut retching feeling, travels to my heart.  

And squeezes it so tightly. 

It’s breaking.

It’s shattering.

It’s not my brain sending signals, to the rest of my body.

My heart is taking over.

It’s filling my eyes with tears.

Shortening my breath.

It’s shaking my body.

My mind can’t control it.

Emotions are stirring.

Wars raging inside me.

Conflicts without resolutions.

Questions without any answers.

No way of escape.

No way of hiding.

Only one way to get through this.

To keep on fighting.

I’m itching.

I’m crying.

I’m tired of lying.

To myself.

Sleep.

That’s all my body wants.

Sleep.

No more feelings that haunts.

 

© 2009 Spunk


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Spunk
I'm not a writer. I'm an artist.

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ps.

This gut 'W'retching

Posted 14 Years Ago


i love :D

Posted 14 Years Ago


I like the fact that you end every single line with a full stop. It's uncommon, distinctive.
Keep at it : )

Posted 15 Years Ago


Yeah, but writing is a form of art, so techncally your're both! LOL! All kidding aside, Iove this piece. Judgding from the art on your page you're into anime. I will tell you of a GREAT series originally published by viz called "Crying Freeman." It's a really cool violent/romantic story. You can look up the character on Wikipedia and you can order the trades from amazon. Trust me you'll really like it!


Kenny!

Posted 15 Years Ago



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