Your words make me strained and pained
Leaving me nothing to otherwise gain
As I would be better off in the cold freezing rain
Than standing here swallowing imagined blame
© 2011 Michael Yost
Your words make me strained and pained
Leaving me nothing to otherwise gain
As I would be better off in the cold freezing rain
Than standing here swallowing imagined blame
© 2011 Michael Yost
i know the feeling..
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What we bring on ourselves is amazing sometimes.
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I like the rhymes …
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Thanks “B” !
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that one can really hurt – I think the thought that would or could or does happen …
you deal with it and resolve it well – I’ll take a bit of rain rather than heart drain
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I admit I do take it to extremes in my poetry. smiles…
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“Standing here swallowing imagined blame.” Killer line, Michael. Lots of impact in a minimum of words, very effective. Amy
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Thanks Amy. You know I like to compact the emotions as much as I can without losing the message.
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A known feeling..well expressed through your poetic realms!!
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Thank You.
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Cutting – but real. 🙂
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Thanks Jo I try.
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i have felt this way too…
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I think we all do. Thanks for the comments and the visits.
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yeah!
right to the point.
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No sense in beating around the bush. smiles.
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You captured that feeling …. Nice! – the poem, not the feeling! 🙂
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People try and lay blame so as not to see their own workings in the mix. Had to write it.
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