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Wombs and wounds (Free verse) by Caducus
Love is a pall bearer
Carrying the dead to graves
Mine are beneath trees
By soil, merlot and half smoked Marlboroâs.
Love is a promise
Woven from scarlet.
Mine was pure
Worshipped by a Goddess
Who healed my heart
To destroy it.
Love is a word
Its only definition is
Who it takes
Who it leaves
Who it breaks and
Who grieves.
I am a griever
The once believer
the broken,
the unspoken.
But most of all
I am unlovable,
Complex.
Dark.
Lonesome.
Sad.
Angry,
And left to think of four children
Who will not be calling me Dad,
Bastards make the best Fathers
And I am love's bastard,
Wanting a womb to sleep in
to feel warmth again
from a woman.
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.5
Weighted score: 4.976287
Overall Rank: 8213
Posted: February 5, 2003 8:55 AM PST; Last modified: May 5, 2006 1:37 AM PDT
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Oh wait, this must have been an edit of something else. Fair enough.