Crying for reasonsunknown to meAll I know is that I'm hurtingDon't you hear my plea?I'm achingmaybe my soul is torn I stubbled into a gardenand pricked my finger on a thornNo one is coming to stop the bleedingAs it slowly drips down my fingerThough the wound is small,the pain seems to lingerSo as I stand here cryingwill you come to my aid?Or am I to stay here,alone and afriad?
Pain is subjective, and though some may see this as whimsical piece; it illustrates quite well that we all feel what we feel differently. Many people forget this, as they go through thinking that only they know what real pain is...
I love reading unusual ways of setting poetry ... bleeding on a thorn small hurt large pain and fear... this is good work, and a bit different... thanks for the review *S* Suzanne
well well other than 2 little spelling mistakes (big deal) i found this piece to be a mature and expressive write. You really have a deep emotional store there from which you draw for your writing. I really look forward to reading much more of your work. :)
You say you we're bored when you wrote this. I can tell. If this piece had some more passion then it would definitely be a ten. You need to go deeper within yourself.
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