In These Poems That We Write - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA

these are the wounds of the heart
let your fingers pierce that part

blood drips from a wounded heart
pain gleaming against the light

time has not healed the wounds
you can hear the screaming sounds

these are the wounds of my heart
we are not many miles apart

we share the wounds of the heart
in these poems that we draft

Comments about In These Poems That We Write by RIC S. BASTASA

  • Rookie - 2 Points eloida Capuno (5/22/2012 10:58:00 AM)

    yes some pain are best hidden in our thoughts (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 34 Points Ramdas Bhandarkar (5/22/2012 10:29:00 AM)

    wonderful thought wonderfully expressed, beautiful! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 22, 2012

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