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by Shy Leigh

a void
a pit
i remember it
too well
too soon
to forget...

a shard
a fragment
a darkened picture
of my

do You remember it?

remove this dirty, dusty
remove this guilt, suffering.
remove this tear of glass...
remove this life, I ask.

remove this pain, I plead.
remove this want, this need.
remove this shame, the blood.
remove it all, if You would.

help me, please, help me...
I beg, I plead, I cry...
help me, please, help me--
sometimes it hurts to live and die


Posted on 11/12/2002
Copyright © 2021 Shy Leigh

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/12/02 at 01:15 PM

Emotional pain and mental anguish can be more brutal than physical pain I blieve. You have caught that sense very intensely in your poem. The terseness of the verses even suggest the withdrawn state of mind and spirit.

Posted by John Harder on 01/13/03 at 08:04 AM

you made me feel it. now that's talent.

Posted by Melissa Arel on 02/11/03 at 04:26 PM

WoW.. I've been there, sister.. I felt the pain right down to my bones in this poem.. Great read..

Posted by JD Clay on 06/05/03 at 02:36 AM

Salvation is just a lifetime away. I am reminded that life is suffering. Good stuff, Shy. Peace...

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