Every scream holds power
More energy expended
Never to return
And leaving the body weak
Open to another torment
The pressure mounts
And cracks begin to form
Ignored out of fear
Or stubborn pride
Another step is always possible
Forget resting
There will be time in death
Enemies do not sleep
Always lurking
Striking at every opening
The shattering begins
Unfamiliar sensations
Seeping into bones and mind
Crumbling all resistance
The breaking point has been reached
Wow. Such a sad poem. I can’t help thinking of Luke. 😦 But I also can’t help thinking of myself as a writer querying publishers and agents. Breaking point? Oh yes, I know this point.
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It definitely works for both. To be honest, I’m not sure if it’s about Luke or myself. Think the two kind of merged for this one.
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I hear you!!! I’m there right now, so I know it’s about me. 🙂
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Nice ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thanks. 🙂
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Another manic Monday. Good poem.
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Thanks. Definitely suits the day.
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Yes it does. 🙂
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Like this, Charles!
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Thanks. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Charles!
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Poor Luke…
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He’s in for a rough lesson.
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