Words

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The pain is never-ending

It cuts  deep into the very core

Piercing its tip straight into the heart.

Because the wound is so small,

No one realizes the damage done.

The poison courses through me as my blood 

is trickling out; I am dying.

Copyright © 2013

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6 responses to “Words

  1. I appreciate this poem. The power is evoked by the NAME of the poem, which adds a hidden dimension to the WORDS in the poem. Very good

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