I Morn

I Morn

A Poem by Barbara Walker

Accident

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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So little words, but this is AMAZING.......

Posted 12 Years Ago


You are amazing. A complete story in so few words in the poem. I like the use of words and the flow of thoughts. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Barbara Walker
Barbara Walker

Lake Havasu City, AZ



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I 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..

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