Friday, 20 September 2013

Your Name. Poem

That word, it sounds like scraping nails
breaking glass, screeching rails
a train crash inside my soul
an ache where my heart was, but now there's a hole.
Why? I ask, do they torture me so?
its hurts even now, it hurts don't they know
that word is vicious, it's pain in a jar
its rings in my ears and asks for my heart
that word it burns every time its near,
why cant they forget it, why can't I not fear
that word, it's devastation, the memory of pain
the sorrow of friendship lost; the sound of your name.
that word is devastation, the memory of pain
every time I cringe when I hear your name.

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