Stolen Death Poem by Blanche Hardin

Stolen Death



Time and time again,
Finally realizing this pain.
Every feeling I regret;
Not missing you yet.
Stolen from the shadowed life,
Left alone with my heart wounded by a knife;
Your knife.
Careless emptiness,
In moments distress.

Friday, February 29, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness
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Blanche Hardin

Blanche Hardin

Bakersfield, California
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