Sometimes

Sometimes

A Poem by Wings over Waters
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How I feel sometimes..

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Sometimes the cut is too deep,
wounds bleeding and wide open.
I am not proud of them, never that.
Bitterness is my failure. I take it daily,
feeling its poison seep through my
veins like a drug. It is too costly to
be nice, like the taste of slow torture,
your tongue tracing the salty tracks
made by the tears that fall down from
my face. Some things betray me, catching 
heart in a vice. The scent of freedom's
a thrill, caught in your gaze; the freshly
mown grass under my feet; those days 
by the river, buzzing with dragonflies, 
flitting in a whirl of business and wings. 
This is how it is now, me keeping my 
distance, watching from afar. What is 
best, safe and comfortable, or caught 
out on a limb? You did your work well, 
giving me your pain at the start of my life.

© 2011 Wings over Waters


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Added on June 12, 2011
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Wings over Waters
Wings over Waters

Taunton, Somerset, United Kingdom



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