Trembling

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    Trembling
    I am overcome with emotion
    as my sleep muddled mind slowly clears
    and I see you standing over me.
    My unfinished dream becomes reality
    momentarily, then abruptly fades
    as I see her standing next to you.
    I blink, disbelievingly, eyes beginning to sting.
    Displaced, I stumble into the other room,
    trembling as I realize why.
    Familiar tears well and fill my eyes
    spilling over my flaming cheeks
    pausing briefly at the corners of my mouth.
    I taste the salty-sweetness of my love for you,
    catching it on the tip of my tongue
    before it turns to bitterness.
    You don't give me a second thought
    as you send me away
    and take her in my stead.
    I linger at the door, trembling,
    watching you lower her amongst
    the silken cushions in the bower once meant for me.
    One last glance before I close the door
    and your knife in my heart twists deeper.

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    AshRenee commented on Trembling

    06-08-2009

    This is so terribly sad, I wanted to cry. But so beautiful. I'm sorry you had to go through this, but I hope you value the heartbreak. It makes you stronger
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    kdarcy commented on Trembling

    05-25-2009

    Filled with much emotion, some piece, even if small is held by you, or your vision of the worlds sadness is deep. A good read for me, I'll check out your other works.
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    monkyntz commented on Trembling

    05-03-2009

    beautifully painful. i love it
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    Madelynn commented on Trembling

    04-26-2009

    This is poetry!! This is what it is all about,writing pain,passion,joy..ect.I am sorry for your lost love.-That said,you worked these lines incedibly.The visual was insane(in a good way)The title was clever.Ending was passionate.An easy 10.
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    Pypersong

    05/27/2009

    Thank you, Madelynn. As painful as it was, if I had not lost my love, I would not be the person I am today. Painful lessons, exquisitely so, but necessary, just the same.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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