Time has progressed

But no wounds have healed

The pain that was hidden

Comes with a vengeance

Twisting needles in your spine


And twisting

While you wither away

And slowly disintegrate

Until finally

You no longer


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  1. Just stopping by to thank you for your like on Shift Key. It is odd isn’t it? The poem about such great pain has no comments. But I am here. I know pain; visit my blogs that talk about my taking “mending the soul”, e.g., mendingthesoul.org. It took such effort, that I took a blog break from Nov to now. It is never too early or late – I’m proof, as old as I am – the healing continues. (Sorry, didn’t mean to get so wordy in a comment.) Enjoying your work very much. Thanks.

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