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Burden
by Amie GoldaI died sometime between yesterday and tomorrow,
But not today.
My blood slept in my veins
As my wounds remained static pains.
Hibernation is the best escape,
But closing my eyes puts no end
to the Nightmare;
So with as little consent from Time as possible,
I snuck up on Misery, breathed a sigh of regret,
And let myself fall backward
Into the oblivion
Of Defeat.
You may not know it,
But as you face me now
all you see is a ghost
Clamoring to fill the empty spaces
That were once me... 03/31/2010 Posted on 03/30/2010
Copyright © 2024 Amie Golda
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 03/30/10 at 06:11 PM Amie- this is superb! You are not alone. I feel like this also. I cried when I read it. You are very much alive. I'm glad that you can vent through writing- again- you are NOT allone. Unfortunately; I know how you feel. |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 03/30/10 at 07:07 PM I agree, this is good, a one thing:, "But all you see is the ghost of me", I don't think yout need the "of me" because you cover that in the last line of the poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/30/10 at 10:28 PM ...amie, uhh, ahh, now you can/will be a Phoenix, heavy, good write. |
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