Sunday, April 06, 2008
Heart Behind Barbwire
My heart's caught
in the barbwire fences
surrounding yours
and every time it tries to free itself
it gets stuck worse
You left it struggling there
bleeding from its puncture wounds
to undergo a slow and painful death
unmerciful you move on
not one glance back
©2008 Fenny
17:50 Posted in Love (or not) | Permalink | Comments (5) | Email this | Tags: poetry, love, heart, barbwire
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I know how that feels. It's painful, but I'd rather have pain than nothing, I suppose.
A good write. I never thought of seeing it like that, but it makes sense.
Posted by: Noah | Sunday, April 06, 2008
The pain and suffering from the barbed wire is amplified wonderfully by this piece.
Posted by: Scott | Monday, April 07, 2008
The bitterness in this speaks to me.
Posted by: Poets Who Blog | Tuesday, April 08, 2008
The images are so vivid and yet at the same time it's a neat metaphor. I think this will hit a nerve with many as we've all experienced that anguish and yet clung to the person in question with futile hope.
Kat
Posted by: Poetikat | Thursday, April 17, 2008
Beautiful....so true...
Posted by: Hannah | Monday, September 07, 2009
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