Talking the talk
Closing the door
Listening without hearing
Hearing without caring
Parallel lives intersected by blood
Connected by the false
Holding on to the vine
As it bleeds through the soul
Stabbing violently with words not spoken
Thoughts betrayed for lack of promise, false
Promises.
Copyright ©2007 Veronica Romm
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Wonderful poem. You transmit your feelings… You could add a picture to give an “eye impression”…
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Leaves me feeling unsettled, disturbed. I want to know what inspired you. In other words, I really like it. Great stuff.
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This bleeding can be, a cleansing of sorts
your healing begins, with oozing thoughts
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You’re the best.
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