On repeat

Sharp sherds of a past crunched under sore naked feet.
The world outside the cocoon build up on denial goes on in slow-motion...
Life on hold, life on hold until the day that the noise of regrets on repeat in the brain become silent.
The taste of dirty metal in the mouth is gone, when the roaring pain in all of the limbs gives up and let go.
That's when the lungs can take proper breaths again without the sensation of hate that runs through all of the veins...
The eyes has the ability to see again without the watery membrane of contempt, dejection and grief.

It takes a while for the heart to get used to half a heart when it's been used to one and a half...



Poetry by Mia.
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Written on 2005-06-03 at 23:15

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Lourdes
I feel a person
gone
here in your words
lines
someone lives
on
2006-04-15


Zoya Zaidi
Very intense, powerful write!
Good imagery!
Well devaloped theme!
(((((hugs)))))
How about staging a come back on the bay, eh?
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-06


R.K.Singh
I can feel the sensation of your lines . The pain is real.And, so is its articulation.
2005-09-12


chasingtheday The PoetBay support member heart!
regrets, shivers that roam the winds. a good piece, a few spelling errors i noticed.
2005-06-24


AZ
This is one of those readings that brings me back to what i call "outside of myself", where i begin to look at things as if i was viewing from a window just above my existence...i like this
2005-06-17