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  • Sadness

    Untitled

    I'm smoking
    a stolen cigarette
    that I stole
    from your bedside table
    right before I walked out the door;

    because let's face it-
    you still aren't here.

    I'm dealing with conflicting emotions-
    turn the lock,
    pull the door closed-

    you still aren't here.

    I want to see you-
    want to try-
    want to tell you
    the pain that's somewhere
    in my stomach.

    but the nicotine buzz sets in
    now I'm left
    only with the pain in my chest
    because I realize now-
    you're not coming back-

    let's face it-
    you still aren't here.

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    toredbloodink commented on Untitled

    03-14-2017

    ....................,.................................. I have written a poem .... It's speechless.... Well you just left me speechless...... Great job.... Redbloodink

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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