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I was left for dead,
blood coming from my head
Legs, their bones were broken,
jaw swollen, no words spoken.
A distance from any road or town,
the day put on its nighttime gown.
The moon cooled the warm air,
wolves circled with their stare.
The stars dots patterned me,
the distant sounds haunted me.
I had to crawl and drag to survive,
use all my strength to stay alive.
Time was painfully creepingly slowed,
hours for my hand to touch the road.
I faded in and then to the out,
Hospitalized writing this I wrote.
Sorry for the nights
I've been sleeping on my side again,
worries turned me to hide again.
The thoughts as I lay by your side,
turned, a problem between us implied.
I'm worried about the looks to my head,
deafened to what your facial fears said.
Blinded to sadness in your eyes scared stare,
I'm fighting the anxiety, completely unaware.
I have a stiffness that I need to hide,
I can't turn around till all is tried.
Nights now I know I've viewed the wall,
looked away from the way your eyes call.
I'm so sorry my love it's my faltered mind,
there is no button for the worries to rewind.
None to turn me back to your love and eyes view,
please give me as much time as I give you.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 25th, 2025 05:51
- Comment from author about the poem: Brain dumps.
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Both poems so well written. You have come a long way in your writing. The first graphic and so well expressed I thought at first you were speaking from the mouth of a deer that had been hit on the road but was mistaken to find it was you. A metaphor possibly as well. The second a continuation? Is this the trauma that left you broken? I can only wonder due to the juxtaposition. Lovely writing
Let me see, no they were not meant to be in the same story line. But I do understand the possibilities found within that idea filled path. Another story to explore when the mind settles. The dear, ok now you have me opening a back fence thinking of what other creature to be. I have been human, essence, and a drop of water. Thank you very much for the key to find and unlock vision and view, allowing me to explore the back woods and fields of thought.
These are wonderful pieces of writing, the first describing horrific injury's sustained and the sense to be alive. The second trying to cope with the aftermath of the injury's and the effects it has on them and their loved ones, haunting, touching and emotional writing well done
Love them
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