Brad Purvis

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Every Day, Every Morning - Poem by Brad Purvis

Every day, every morning,
i wake to a beating heart of which it slows,
bleeding from the emptyness it now feels,
suffering from the grip of exhaustion, depression and lonlyness.
I create a bucket to contain the blood, hoping it will stop,
it just continues spilling over,
as i wash the ground which it spilt, it only thickens,
why must it not stop? can it stop?

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  • Rookie Denise Bekker ~* The Sound *~ (6/15/2010 9:23:00 AM)

    Vivid imagery. Short yet has impact. Well done. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 9, 2010

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