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Run Out

I've run out of things to say,
to comfort you and tell you everything will be okay,
Because you've run out of tears to cry,
They have desiccated, few have survived,
Anguish tearing you up inside,
Glimpses through your facade provide,
insight though you've pushed emotions aside,
Your soul has run out of purpose to subsist any longer

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unsimplysara said...
May 10, 2012 at 5:01 pm:
Great poem! I loooooooooooved the first five lines and while your vocabulary is commendable, I felt like I was distracted from the realness of your poem by "desiccated". But I really liked it kat :)
katinthehat replied...
May 10, 2012 at 5:42 pm :
Thanks! i will try to keep it in mind, i like variating my vocabulary to keep it from sounding to dry but i realize at times it may be excessive. Thanks a ton though for checking out my stuff :) ill do the same for you, happy writing!
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