Limping On

Confusion is your world
As your heart is ripped
Though it was never in your chest
You found it on the path
Sitting in another
Who now lays beneath the ground
Taken without warning
Sudden and severe
You had no time to prepare
Making the scars so deep
That the others can only watch
As you limp along
Unsure if you want to live
Or join your missing heart

                                                                                                                                                                                                           

Before anyone jumps to any conclusions, nobody died.  Just the remnant of a strange dream that I don’t even have any mental pictures of.  Thought I’d use it to wake myself and start the day.  This is going to be countered later by more crazy critters and a fun game.

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About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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7 Responses to Limping On

  1. Very well put. So much sadness packed into a little poem.

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  2. tyroper's avatar tyroper says:

    Love this song.

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  3. LiveLoved's avatar Kirsten says:

    Powerful poem, Charles. I always enjoy reading your poetry!

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  4. Georgia's avatar Bastet says:

    Interesting dream inspiration…

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