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    Begging for crumbs of affection.
    Don't even recognize this reflection.
    Mirror must be lying.
    Look old.
    Look like dying.
    Phone rings.
    Sets my heart to flying.
    Numbers are wrong.
    There I go off crying.
    Eternity passes.
    Life stands still.
    Everything changes in a moment
    At the mercy of his will.
    Snatched from me like candy from a babe.
    Held hostage now
    I may as well be his slave.
    Dangling just out of reach,
    the key to my freedom.
    If I could only grow two feet.
    Tears pool on the floor.
    My life has stolen out the door.
    Used them as pawns,
    Murdered my heart.
    Universe is falling apart.

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    lightcourier commented on untitled

    07-20-2009

    You have portrayed the hellish emotional turmoil of codependency well. Excellent work. Thanks!
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    scbane commented on untitled

    06-17-2009

    Desperate, check. Despair, check. Helpless, check. I'm almost overwhelmed by the images. Have the same problem myself. I would like to see more words to explain the images generated by the words themselves. Good work.
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    emwks commented on untitled

    06-16-2009

    very sorrowful-it does it's job. very visual and heart renching,stomach twisting,almost sickening. Makes you want to reach out and shake the whole thing up! Is this your poem or a memory. So glad I'm out of reach, Christ has set me free from this emotional terror.
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    lonewolf commented on untitled

    01-31-2009

    very sad poem. there is always hope in tomorrow.
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    Bohemian commented on untitled

    01-28-2009

    I see my reflection in your words..keep writing you have a gift.
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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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