poetry critical

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Random Poem:


I can
Still remember
when I opened my wound
Curious ,just to see
how much has it wept since
how it felt, all that hurt and blood; Was it still there, pain? Was I living in denial?
Or did it, finally
underneath the starless sky?
You aren't here.We all knew that. Or were supposed to, I don't know , even now. It's too big stuff.
It was at first colorless, the sky
I had to wipe hard. My hands burnt with soap. All that chemicals and love
It was merciless, the stain
It grew gray and ate the day,
All the grayness, it finally got
washed away, in the rain. Now
my conscience feels a burden lifted. My head stops to hurt.
Yet, it's empty, this
This unremarkable feeling, that sticks inside of me. I wish ......
I wish I was born with a heart of stone.
Nothing would get into me. Nothing but
Water and time could gnaw through my skin
Nothing clear remains, nothing.
It's just me, the melancholy hour
hammered into silence. The clock ticks one more.

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