Poem -
chopping block.
She's off
To the chopping block
Called life
Her heartache
the sharpest knife
Cuts off her arms
No one to hold
Off with her legs
No more standing bold
Separates her mind
and heart
Every aching
part
A bloody mess
Is she
Lifes fallen casualty
Bleeding
from the soul
Her body
No longer whole
Life
The chopping block
heartache
Took it's toll
Removing
the pieces
Until nothing
Is left
Memory
Of a beating heart
Now
A gaping hole
Within her chest
Just
A bloody mess is she
Beneath
A bleeding soul
heartache
Took it's toll.
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Comments
You articulate your pain so well...hope you find a crying shoulder from friends and fam....
Thank you dear friend Dan , it's an observation of a dear friend in pain, i am indeed doing well, no pain thank you heaps for your loving thoughts xoxo much love nardine xoxo
Wow I love this one! Adding to my favorites.
Val ♥️
Glad you do beautiful girl, i wrote it after reading yours this arvo xoxo love ya heaps, nardine xoxo
Thank you Pamela your such a sweetie pie, much love to you, nardine xoxo ❤