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Words (Final Version) (Free verse) by Wakeboarder20

You wore your heart on your sleeve and poured your soul out to us but no words came. You spoke of heartache and pain and threatened us with death every day but no words came. You lay there, wrists as wide as our eyes. Regret covering your lifeless face. But no words come.

Dovina 30-Aug-06/8:18 PM
I'm sure it's a tramatic event, but something is lost to me in the poetry. She (I assume she) is in your arms with her wrists cut opened, and she's alive enough to shed tears and talk of angels. Then she dies. And the only concern exoressed in the poem is that no words came to the narrator. It seems that action to stop the bleeding would be a greater concern. So there is something going on that I'm not getting from the poem.




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