With him beside you... as each tear breaks off the slope of your jaw, it falls into the waiting palm of his hand. And in his fist, all hurts are clenched into vapors of fading wisps of half-remembered nightmares, unable to touch you.

Unable to even graze the edges of the breathless pounding of the sensibly ignorant heart...

Unable to even brush against the rapidly jolting twists of the quirking complications of a broken mind...


And as his fingers unfold in the agony he has absorbed into himself, a blazing crystal of repressed troubles...

Of pressures and pains...

Sits peacefully in the center of a tortured palm, glowing softly....



With the radiance of selfless devotion.

Rosela,

the emotions and the psychology of your writing are intriguing, et al.

Stay with it, the writing and the life that feeds into it.

Cheers,

Peter

thanks peter. hope to talk with you one time.

anytime

I love your poem, what a relaxing to hear and every details was so meaningful. I hope, I can make that kind of poem. Good luck.

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Nicely written with strong, meaningful imagery. I look forward to more of your writing.

Joe

thank you so much everyone.... but this is actually the second half of "death is a Warm blanket" do read it... its meant to be read in sequence... thanks again

I love your poem, what a relaxing to hear and every details was so meaningful. I hope, I can make that kind of poem. Good luck.Cheap MapleStory Gold
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