A Prayer-Internal Storm

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    A Prayer-Internal Storm
    My heart is torn, ripped asunder! Each terrible beat shakes me through as if roars of thunder.


    I lay prostrate and pray aloud 'Stop the pain,! bring Her back again!' Eerie silence... Then it starts to rain.

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    HarverTomsson commented on A Prayer-Internal Storm

    06-16-2009

    Excellent word usage. "Ripped" connotes so much brief, brutal release of destructive energy. The rest is a survivor's soliloquay through the shock. A nasty, nasty picture, painted alternately with broad swashing strokes and fine points of color. Well done.
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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.

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