Blessed and broken


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Trying something new. My attempt at shakespearean english. Let me know how i did.

Blessed and broken

Blessed be thee broken

For thy bones cannot hurt thee worse

Thy story knownst but never spoken

Thy living self tis but a curse


For myself knoweth thy pain

Both thy unspoken and thy hidden body

Thee unbearableness tis in thy veins

Waiting to be disembodied


Thy knees be weak when standing on a ledge

Tis weakness thee bid thyself

As thy skin cleaves between thee knifes edge

Pain shall fleeth if thee kill oneself


Ending in thy most subtle ways

To not be seen by thy loved one

To be remembered for thy better days

blessed are thee broken. For Life, again, won

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

caboose187’s Poems (24)

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Blessed and broken 0
This Time 0
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Distrust 0
The Abyss 0
Dreams to Nightmares 0
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Suicidal 0
Immortal 0
Destruction 0
Of Natural Mind 0
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Lack Of Life 2
Driving Force 2
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Darkness 2
The Change 3
Pain of Losing Family 2
Start Over 2
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