SometimesA Poem by Wings over WatersHow I feel sometimes..
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.
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Added on June 12, 2011 Last Updated on June 12, 2011 AuthorWings over WatersTaunton, Somerset, United KingdomAboutPoet/writer living on a wing and a prayer more..Writing
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