SHUTTER

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    SHUTTER

    Before it was just a whisper of the wind,but now its the shutter that i have within to know about a time when i use to be free the way my mind wanderd so helplessley. The day i first saw you was a moment compressed in time that i thought would never end, until the day my heart stopped and i lost my best friend. A warrior i use to be to look apoun myself with dignity, but now its the shutter of blackness that overwelms me. Your little soft velvet fingers flow among my hand as i close my eyes my heart rushes with pain. Not a moment could pass where i hoped i wasnt dreaming, as i hold you close a tear drop falls and my body whimpers as i think i can hear your call, your cry to have me near but as i look your nowhere only the stir of the trees, your beauty is only a vivid memory that i hold inside of me. Like a knife ripping apart my soul and the ravens taking the time to scrape my bones. Before it was just a whisper of the wind but now its the shutter that i fear and always feel withn.

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    PunoAngulus commented on SHUTTER

    02-02-2009

    The pain flows from your heart and wound that was inflected on your soul and I can see the crimson river of sorrow pour out of your wound as I know it will heal and you will be left with the scare. This poem could me and I was drowning in your river

    emptyone commented on SHUTTER

    01-13-2009

    Depression sucks, but it often gives the best inspiration.

    mysticpoet commented on SHUTTER

    12-23-2008

    I hope you heal from the pain you describe in this poem.

    kenparme commented on SHUTTER

    12-02-2008

    This is a powerful poem. It makes me pray that God will give you comfort. I read it and I ignore the puncuation and just get into the flow-very good.

    Phoenix9 commented on SHUTTER

    12-01-2008

    interesting

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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