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Shattered Pain

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Such an embittered shell
could no longer hold back
he souls shimmering radiance.

Nor keep silent
the heart strings notes
of sweet music played.

The song’s of the living
bade her, shed these old
home spun, thread bear…
emotional garments of pain.

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  • Amaranthine Lover silver member
    November 21
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    "The song’s of the living
    bade her, shed these old
    home spun, thread bear…
    emotional garments of pain."

    your last stanza is beautiful

  • Lily Skie gold member
    October 1

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    Such a sad undertone to this, yet still holds much beauty.

    "Such an embittered shell
    could no longer hold back
    he souls shimmering radiance."

    I love the opening stanza. :] It's so entrancing. The quintessence of childhood leaks through with efficiency and purpose. :] I love it.

    "Nor keep silent
    the heart strings notes
    of sweet music played."

    I love this. Absolutely beautiful. I can hear the softly playing music of a soul peaking a crescendo that cannot be muffled. :]

    "The song’s of the living
    bade her, shed these old
    home spun, thread bear…
    emotional garments of pain."

    The loss of a loved one so pure is so terrible. This last stanza shows that completely and without misunderstanding. "Shed these old home spun, thread bear.../emotional garments of pain." Absolutely radiant. I loved your poem. Thank you so very much for entering.







    -Lily♥