Wrenching Pain

A Journey Of mixed emotions. A Journey of painful love.

Note: Read it and FEEL it. It'll have a better impact :) 

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“Wrenching Pain”

The bullet hit my chest,

It pounded through,

I clutched my fist,

My eyes teared too.

 

I can’t remember when,

But I do remember who,

His eyes were like a crooked hen,

His had a evil loo.

 

He pitied me, I knew,

He felt grief for me, I knew,

But why he did so, I didn’t know,

But why he hurt me, I didn’t know,

But why he hurt me, I didn’t know.

 

The pain made me clutch my fist, tighter,

It made me cry, heavier,

I felt like I was going to lose life, sooner,

My heart felt closed, it was over.

 

The pain was immense,

I knew it was a miss,

I couldn’t help but bear,

I couldn’t help but let the doctor care.

 

They said I was critical,

They said I was unstable,

He said it was a mistake,

They said they knew he was fake.

For hours I battled,

Through winter & autumn,

Through summer and spring,

My life, lay almost strangled.

 

Through all this there was a ray of hope,

Hope to live,

Hope to survive,

Hope to feel the world,

Hope to know more of the truth.

 

All through this chaos,

I felt my heart unleash a lot of loss,

I moaned him being accused,

I grieved him being prisoned.

 

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I felt my heart would overflow with guilt,

I felt I would explode with fear,

My heart was feeling heavier than ever,

I felt like I was struck with a fit.

 

I didn’t know what the future was,

I didn’t know what was to happen,

I just knew I was here,

I just knew he wasn’t here.

 

I wanted to him be here,

Close to me and even near,

Holding my hand and making it warmer,

I wanted him to make me feel stronger.

 

I didn’t suppose him to be my culprit,

I still knew him as my mate,

I knew he wasn’t wrong,

I knew he was just singing the wrong song.

 

The wrenching pain my heart felt then,

I had never earlier experienced,

Not even when the bullet pounded my chest,

I had waited so desperately, with bated breath.

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Reviews

[Kenneth Nicholas Lowe]

Interesting, but the metre and form can surely be improved....

[Karen Johnson]

Thank-you :) Will look into it :)