1 Thousand Cuts
Was it love?
Was it real?
Confusion washing over me,
Sadness setting,
Cruelty known,
One thousand cuts remain unshown,
Wilting wildly careless free,
Buried deep where none can see,
Balanced seasons bring better growth,
It matters not my wilting rose,
Storms set in,
No hands in sight,
Wildness flows through lonesome nights,
Hidden deep within these wilds,
Flowers sing my unheard cries.
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Author:
E Naughton (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2022 05:14
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
so true! thanks for sharing dear Poet
indeed
'beware! that dark empath in your life'
And for them to be unshown, that as a lot to carry and bury and curate.
I am new to this‘game’ and don’t always understand a lot of poetry, so thank you for helping.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading your piece and looking forward to reading more.
Cheers James, much appreciated ☺️
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