Sarah Hardin Poems
- The Dread Of A Dead Goodbye The slope of your shoulders I ...
- The Ramblings Of A Mad Women Am I affectionate enough, when...
- Tither The willow tree sways the breeze dense upon ...
- Dissolve I promise not to break just touch me- Let the ...
- Soma Limbs
- As She Lay Dying
I fell in love with words at a very young age. I have learned to use them as a release, a form of coping with life..the sweet and bitter alike. Poetry substains me when all else fells. It gives me purpose, makes my world and the world outside my own more beautiful, more enduring. I write mostly from emotional experience, but not always. I hope my poetry has meaning to someone, somewhere out there... more »
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The Dread Of A Dead Goodbye
The slope of your shoulders
I once dreaded,
The tip of your tongue
a wave of violence,
rushing towards my heart's core.
The hands that once held my world,
now shakes with rage,
I am alone to console my own
self pronounced pity.
Your abandonment so swift,
that I must of missed your goodbye.
I have learned to dread
the back of your head,
as I once dreaded the crook
of your beautiful smile.