I find myself searching
even though I look the other way,
I try to stop the madness…
but can’t seem to stay away.
I’m still learning how not to look
in the places you would hide
in the corner of my heart
where all my tears reside.
Lost within the pages of
a story left untold
with a never ending message
that has grown very old,
like a bruise upon my heart
I cannot feel the pain,
and so I let you touch it
till it hurts me once again.
By
Diane Reed
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This is one of your best pieces, and I generally don’t like people’s attempts at this style of poem. Nicely rendered. I do find that when I do this I like to separate stanzas with a single hyphen on a single line. The spacing we have no control over. Again, well done!
Diane,
I was so moved by this poem that I actually took out a pen and a piece of paper so I could write it down myself. It made my eyes fill up with tears. This is exactly how I feel in my relationship…(if I can even call it that). I think I may post this on my own blog. It really touched me. Thanks for the gift…
Love,
Ava
Ava,
Thank you! That means a lot! Someday I will probably share mmore with you…. I have always believer that….tears are always the highest form of a compliment anyone ever can receive.
Thank you!
By the way… right back at ya… with my tears and your words! Always beautiful!
You are just darling to me. I replied to your “long” comment that you left on my page with a “long” comment of my own…LOL. Make sure you get to read it! xoxoxoxoxo
Growing pains. Nicely written!