Slowly Melting AwayA Poem by Barbara Walker
You'll play games in your own head, making up scenario's and reading all the lines. You wrong me again and again and again. What of my heart? What of my soul? You are the one chipping away, ice pick to ice cube, till my love and trust become tiny slivers one day, slowly melting away. 06/19/03 © 2010 Barbara WalkerReviews
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6 Reviews Added on March 12, 2008 Last Updated on May 28, 2010 AuthorBarbara WalkerLake Havasu City, AZAboutI am retired from the Postal Service. I find I write poetry to help myself through difficult times and I have written many poems in response to the chronic pain I've been living with for over 30 year.. more..Writing
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