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I Must

June 1, 2013
By BellaDea BRONZE, Paducah, Kentucky
BellaDea BRONZE, Paducah, Kentucky
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The pain is numbing.
I can feel it slowly slipping away.
I drift off to sleep.
But it will come back when I wake.
It always comes back.

I have a short relief of pain.
I dream of him
And what we could have been.
He is the cause of my pain.
My love for him causes this.

I wake with tears in my eyes,
I realize it was only a dream.
The pain rushes back.

As I feel the pain once again,
I realize what I must do.
I must forget my love.
I must stop loving him.
I must stop hoping.
I must find someone else.
I must move on.

But I can't.


The author's comments:
This piece was written to express how much my ex breaking up with me hurt me.

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JosephW. GOLD said...
on Sep. 18 2013 at 7:01 pm
JosephW. GOLD, Richford, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
I know not what weapons World War 3 will be fought with, but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones.<br /> -Albert Einstein

You, sadly, do not understand. It wasn't meant to be offensive.

KrisNoe GOLD said...
on Sep. 17 2013 at 9:32 pm
KrisNoe GOLD, Mayfield, Kentucky
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Favorite Quote:
Don&#039;t pay no mind to the demons. They fill you with fear.<br /> - Phillip Phillips

WHAT IS WRONG WITH U? BACK OFF! she justs wants to write about heartbreak

JosephW. GOLD said...
on Jun. 4 2013 at 10:30 pm
JosephW. GOLD, Richford, Vermont
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Favorite Quote:
I know not what weapons World War 3 will be fought with, but World War 4 will be fought with sticks and stones.<br /> -Albert Einstein

If you call this poetic justice, that wouldn't be at all accurate. A poetic criticism is more spot on. But a poetic injustice? Yes. But who are we, the poets, what are we, if injustice is not served to us? Let the novelists write of a perfect, poetically just world, but this poem, these words, mark the poet's ability to dignify the voice and clarity of one's coming to terms with the fact that we are, living in an injust world.