
NIGHTMARES FROM AN UNBLEACHED SOUL
CONFLICTED HOME
My sweetheart told me
She didn’t love me, anymore
My sweetheart told me
There’s no love left to secure
It came like a speeding bullet
Erased my heart to its very core
She was the love of my life
But she doesn’t love me one whit
With her, I felt at Home, at peace
But that wrecking ball really hit.
If I can’t be with my Home
Life doesn’t seem worth a bit.
My sweetheart told me
She didn’t love me, anymore
My sweetheart told me
There’s no love left to secure
It came like a speeding bullet
Erased my heart to its very core
Pathetic; as my mind won’t let her go
She was Home to me
I feel so out of place
What was left of my heart,
Icy winds violently blow
I’m in a lifeless spin
Sorta out of control
Getting tossed away
Leaves me bleeding on a dusty knoll
There’s emptiness hanging in me
Sometimes can’t feel at all; not at all
That emptiness is overpowering
Sometimes I can’t get off the floor
Not at all
You can hear my wailing
With lips shut closed.
My sweetheart told me
She didn’t love me, anymore
My sweetheart told me
There’s no love left to secure
It came like a speeding bullet
Erased my heart to its very core
There’s nothing any more
Please, don’t shut the door
There’s nothing any more
Please, don’t shut the door
Please, don’t shut the door
Pleeeaasssse, don’t
Pleassssse, don’t
Please
Don’t
Don’t
Don’t
..then the music fades away. A sorrowful song indeed
D is for…!
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Yes, Keith, it is. Thanks for reading. Sorry I’m so late in responding. Computers, ya know?
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Don’t I just? !!
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You have a talent for writing poetry. Good luck with the challenge!
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Happy AtoZ Challenge from Operation Awesome!
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Thank you!! I always doubt my skills this way as I get so few comments. Thanks for being a positive one.
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Simple but soulful words… perfect for a country song.
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Hey Varad. Funny thing is, I was creating blues music In my head while I was writing this, but a soupcon of Damian Rice and a smattering of Leonard Cohen. I’ll have to sing this to myself in a country style. Thanks
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Such a sorrowful piece that anyone who has ever loved-and-lost can relate to. The words are frothy with your emotions. Well done. Small thought: consider using “shredded” instead of “erased”, as that’s what speeding bullets do.
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Thank you, Michael, for the like and the suggestion. I’ll reread it in a day or two with that in mind.
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