Left Behind

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Left Behind

My heart splintered, my soul ached the tears were flowing from the very essence that was me. I could do nothing but fall to me need with sorrow and despair for it had all become too much. Too much for me to bare, handle, carry. You, you saw me there. You stared at me. Instead of reaching out your hand you turned your back on me to me and you, you walked away and left me there in that in that place with me very being in fragments. I died a million times over at that instant when you turned you back and left me there. There in that place

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Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

colordragons’s Poems (4)

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