Cut too deep

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    Cut too deep

     I only wanted to inspire.
    Found out 'friend' was just another word for liar.
    Down the dark path lit by light.
    Drenched in blood too tired to fight.
    Distance says: I don't care to walk.
    People huddle behind and only like to mock.
    Empty houses all around.
    Sinking deep into the ground.
    Closed windows full of lies.
    Open doors I staggered through were in disguise.
    Crying tears only to dry.
    Taking a deep breath hold onto the sigh.
    A heart cannot bleed once it's turned to stone.
    I stand here, abandoned, in the world alone.

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    Rhaven commented on Cut too deep

    09-08-2011

    Thank you. :)
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    SerenityWintirs commented on Cut too deep

    09-08-2011

    I can *totally* relate to this. In fact, it almost sounds like something I might have written, but alot more focused. Lol. Nice and dark. :)
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    dahlusion commented on Cut too deep

    12-30-2010

    the poetic pain in this piece bleeds all over my emotions. this is powerful writing. Bravo!!!!!!!
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    angelchaser commented on Cut too deep

    12-27-2010

    This is an incredible write, the last two lines floored me.
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    ApaqRasgirl commented on Cut too deep

    12-27-2010

    that was another wonderful write you did me dear, you seem to have a way to put such a magical spin on your emotions making them jump right off the page and into the hearts of the readers....you capture the reader with such ease with the wonderful flow and fantastic beginning of your poem.......that is the way to do it,,,,,,capture them all with a blast at the start and let them down smoothly with a memorable end.........well done.......love asha
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    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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