RhymeFairy
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wildsweetone said:Afterwards
There's a rail
that runs around the edge
of the room. She doesn't hold
it often, more, uses it to lean
against, or to punch
when the world closes in
and loneliness ties strings
around her soul. It's silver
painted, much like the ring
that circles her finger,
much like the knife
she left on the edge of the bath,
afterwards.
I read this shortly after you posted it. As usual in a hurry and had to go.
BUT I could not forget it. To me ... that makes a great poem.
I thought of how pain effects so many, sometimes we as individuals never realize what we dispose/transpose onto another. We never realize that one lil thing could change so many lives.
Thank you my friend for helping me stop
and smell the daisies everyday since reading this