Fresh Wounds, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)
The parted living
The loves that crashed
The haunting reasons
Of why they left
Restless tossing
Slumber elusive
Desire intrusive
The twilight projector
Flickers the past
Memories of loves
That did not last.
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This poem isn’t expressing any recent life event of mine. But I can guess everyone reading this has experienced at some point, a rejection a separation, that was painful and initially caused them restless nights, or bad dreams as a result.
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2 responses to “Fresh Wounds”
I can definitely relate to this poem, Brian. Like you, not from recent times but a long time ago. I particularly like the lines ‘The twilight projector flickers the past.’ It conjures up a strong image in my mind.
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Thank you. You are so kind.
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