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Mend it
by Vikki OwensYou just keep dragging on an on,
till I am ready to be fed up with you
and I am ready for you to get gone.
This frustrated memory of you,
it lingers, it never mends, like broken fingers and toes.
taped together to support each other.
This piece-meal heart of mine is so looking forward
to being over you.
Stitches and sutures, the vultures that circle
the corpse of my love for you,
still there, disfigured. Angry and soured.
I have been looking for answers,
I have been begging for mercy.
I have been on the war-path.
and now, I just want to be done. 03/19/2010 Posted on 03/19/2010
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 03/20/10 at 01:18 PM Sometimes it comes when we least expect it. All of the sudden we realize we just of him/her and the pain is not there. There are memories but somehow they reside without the pain, without the feeling of loss. Good write lady. |
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