Poem -

"hurt"

"hurt"

tears of acid rain pour down my face..the sting of nettles makes my already red cheeks sore even more..I close my eyes and broken glass is what I feel..throat condemned with swallowed tears..I struggle to breath..I fall to my knees..my clenched fist still holds the last words you wrote for me..I struggle to read them through the mist of pain and the clouds of anger.
I can't understand..we were so happy..well that's what I thought..but your dagger of piety has pierced mears through..severed heart is what I have left..darkness, emptiness, an echo as in an empty room fills my head..I have nothing left to live for, you've took it all from me..I can't lie, I still love you, but there's no echoes of love resounding from you..you've made your decision to "hurt" me you've skinned my soul and dipped it in salt..it's torture you're performing as if it was your calling..I can live...I can survive, but I'll struggle..I'll melt because you've "hurt" me..

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Wayne Stubbs

Oooh Keith! Now this is a deep one brother! Well written, dripping with pain, you've portrayed your hurt very well in this dark piece of poetry sir! ?????

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