poem by: Larry Arnold
Written on Oct 13, 2017

Reaching out, 
for painful thorns,
never mind the beautiful rose,
I applaud the pain.

Reaching, ever reaching,
for the sharpest of tongues,
to tear me apart, 
word by word,
to desacrate every ounce of happiness
within my breaking soul,
I applaud the pain.

Touching, barely touching,
The knives in the drawer,
taunting you,
to use them,
to see red,
And I applaud the pain.

Gripping handful, upon handful,
of broken stained glass,
watching as the feelings seep out,
I applaud the pain


Tags: Sad, Depressing, Pain, Dark, Deep,

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Q. Ramirez commented on Oct 13, 2017 at 2:30pm
Very intense and heartfelt. I write what I feel and I hope yours is a passing feeling. Good work.
Frank byrne commented on Oct 13, 2017 at 6:41pm
My feelings are.....that something is not right...........try to be happy...


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