of moment so despair
a thing i learn about a crooked poetry
my face a sudden elastic string.
Of death
these moments stich a corollary upon my backbone,
stripes so painfully black.
an ache to put metaphors with,
Madness unleashed from the boundaries of my skull
red, uneven, scathed,
women in my room speak of pain more than the patients in the hospitals
a deep blue sapphire cotton pain
splitting throat.
The air wet and humid
of tears and sickness
a dead sky lies under my lids.
I remain quiet, numb, observing like a child.
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Gorgeous poem Devika.
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Touching❤
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Thank you.:)
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Well written, Devika!
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Thank you, Nathi!
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Always my pleasure 🙂
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I sincerely believe no writer can write so gorgeously about about anything unless they’ve lived it.
❤️ For you
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Oh my! I could not be more grateful to you now.♥️
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Beautiful ❤❤
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Thank you.
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This:
“women in my room speak of pain more than the patients in the hospitals
a deep blue sapphire cotton pain
splitting throat.”
and the ending line?! Amazing, Devika!
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Hey tre,
Thank you so very much.
I need to speak to you actually.
Can i have your email please?
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You’re most welcome. Sure, acorneredgurl@gmail.com.
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Thank you 🙂
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*nods*
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“a dead sky lies under my lids”…excellent
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Thank you.
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Amazing! The pain almost palpable
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Hi. Thank you for your kind words.
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Loved last stanza and esp last line👌
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Hi Shayra!
Thank you for paying a read.
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It’s a pleasure to read your work.
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And I am so humbled reading this. Thank you, Gargi.
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❤️❤️❤️
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Such a beautiful poem. 🙂
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“I remain quiet, numb, observing like a child.” ❤❤❤
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Yes, that speaks a lot!:)
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Stunning poem! “these moments stitch a corollary upon my backbone”, that’s my favourite line 🙂
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Hey!
Thank you for such kindness.;)
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“a dead sky lies under my lids”
Profound… 👌🌞
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Hi Kavitha!
Thank you for dropping by and reading my words.
Stay well.
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Love that you called your blog, “my valiant soul”
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So sweet you are. We all need to be “valiant”..
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True. 🤗
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How beautifully have you described the pain, I must say you are so good at metaphors.
Loved it ❤❤
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So kind.:)
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Despite the quiet pain in this piece, what lovely final lines!
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Thank you lovely.
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The last line. 💫❣
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of sickness, of pain and angst when your body is the only witness beautifully penned.
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