Sorrow. Agony. Heart wrenched .
Sorrow.
The taste of sweetness, tinged by the sting of wrongness. The feeling of rightness, set in the likeness of the unlikely. Absolute nothingness, giving birth to utter wonder. To hold in your arms utter sweetness, and to crush it with unwitting strength.
Loss, incurred by folly, incensed by blind words, fueled by insensitivity, cemented in finality.
Loss, utterly, regrettably, unwillingly, unbearably suffered, an ugly scar left on the sensibilities
Every intent of goodwill stung, every act of love a cut;
Every word of love a blow, every expression a gut wrenching stab
Gangrenous pain, oozing out from half healed wounds,
Crusted pride, peeled away to expose strangled yearnings.
Spiraling, twisting, churning in trouble, caught in a swirl that goes round and round
To hurt and be hurt, because of the hurting, all in love
A bleeding rose clasped in crushed fingers, a tattered heart held in whiplashed arms
Blood mingled with tears, painting the world a forlorn red.
Agony.
To know, yet unable to act, to witness, yet remain forever that
To see with own eyes, the pain and hurt, yet unable to undo the past
On constant replay, on constant review, every scene a silent cry, every scene a stab at the heart
Cursed, from the start, with barbed tongue and thorny skin,
Cursed, in cruel irony, to hurt the one most dear.
Cursed to feel the pain two fold, agonized by pain caused and felt
Cursed, repeatedly, to hurt and be hurt, a thorny cycle
Transposed pain and adopted agony, every bit as real and every wound as dreadful
Misplaced desire drilling holes in bare flesh, misunderstanding sawing at every nerve.
Excruciating, mind-numbing, heart stopping pain.
Heartwrenching.
Preciousness, encapsulated in tears, every drop a priceless gem
The grace, the gentleness, the self sacrificial acts, cutting at the heartstrings
Brutally shot, wings torn apart, body awashed with wounds,
Yet every breathe one of blessing and love, every utterance one of wellwishing
Bathed in blood, yet still sporting a smile, concealing wounds in gaiety
Such greatness of heart, drilled holes in the other, as realisation finally dawns
Foolishly blind, dense and slow, mistaking bloodied lips for rouged
Painful realisation, heartwrenching discovery, left to tend the wounds
The taste of sweetness, tinged by the sting of wrongness. The feeling of rightness, set in the likeness of the unlikely. Absolute nothingness, giving birth to utter wonder. To hold in your arms utter sweetness, and to crush it with unwitting strength.
Loss, incurred by folly, incensed by blind words, fueled by insensitivity, cemented in finality.
Loss, utterly, regrettably, unwillingly, unbearably suffered, an ugly scar left on the sensibilities
Every intent of goodwill stung, every act of love a cut;
Every word of love a blow, every expression a gut wrenching stab
Gangrenous pain, oozing out from half healed wounds,
Crusted pride, peeled away to expose strangled yearnings.
Spiraling, twisting, churning in trouble, caught in a swirl that goes round and round
To hurt and be hurt, because of the hurting, all in love
A bleeding rose clasped in crushed fingers, a tattered heart held in whiplashed arms
Blood mingled with tears, painting the world a forlorn red.
Agony.
To know, yet unable to act, to witness, yet remain forever that
To see with own eyes, the pain and hurt, yet unable to undo the past
On constant replay, on constant review, every scene a silent cry, every scene a stab at the heart
Cursed, from the start, with barbed tongue and thorny skin,
Cursed, in cruel irony, to hurt the one most dear.
Cursed to feel the pain two fold, agonized by pain caused and felt
Cursed, repeatedly, to hurt and be hurt, a thorny cycle
Transposed pain and adopted agony, every bit as real and every wound as dreadful
Misplaced desire drilling holes in bare flesh, misunderstanding sawing at every nerve.
Excruciating, mind-numbing, heart stopping pain.
Heartwrenching.
Preciousness, encapsulated in tears, every drop a priceless gem
The grace, the gentleness, the self sacrificial acts, cutting at the heartstrings
Brutally shot, wings torn apart, body awashed with wounds,
Yet every breathe one of blessing and love, every utterance one of wellwishing
Bathed in blood, yet still sporting a smile, concealing wounds in gaiety
Such greatness of heart, drilled holes in the other, as realisation finally dawns
Foolishly blind, dense and slow, mistaking bloodied lips for rouged
Painful realisation, heartwrenching discovery, left to tend the wounds
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