The two threads that were bound,
Now are broken in two completely,
After six hard years of struggle,
They were unwoven but not in everything.
Up in an immortal sky the creator weeps,
Something that was meant to reflect,
The body of his only begotten son,
Now has been shred to pieces.
I can do anything he says quietly,
I created these two threads to thrive,
I can change their weaving totally,
I need them to trust in my sacrifice.
This story goes on in a world full of sin,
Downright despondent depressed ones,
Give up hope and trust in emotions,
And the all mighty hates their actions.
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Author:
Stephen.Sapaugh (
Offline) - Published: July 19th, 2017 15:08
- Comment from author about the poem: I have been off the site for days, because I have been going through divorce. Now I'm back. Please don't hold back on comments.
- Category: Sad
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Flesh cannot be torn from flesh without a great deal of pain. I am so sorry you are going through this dark time. The picture paired with your words is a sorrowful tale of despair. The heart is fickle and can lead us in all kinds of directions. I'm really not adept at the type of critique that you prefer, but I can tell you how perfectly the raw emotion has poured through your spill, Stephen.
Thanks Heather. I think I'll make it through somehow though.
very realastic write, even thou it hurts, you have the strength with god to make it
"Bees live and feed on bitter food when making their honey; in the same way, we can never practice gentleness and patience or produce honey from such excellent virtues more surely than when eating the bread of bitterness and living in the midst of affliction." St. Francis de Sales
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