I MornA Poem by Barbara WalkerAccident or premeditated; the result is the same... dead.
My heart, ripped and shredded. You've killed us and now, I morn. © 2012 Barbara Walker |
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2 Reviews Added on May 26, 2012 Last Updated on May 26, 2012 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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