Letting Go

Letting Go

A Poem by Max Earns
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Wish there was a Broken Heart category...

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It has been a while since I've written,
Since I have sat here and looked around.
I realize this new place where I am hidden,
Is my darkest paradise.

With the blink of a bulging blind eye
All my demons came crawling out,
And as I watch many things pass by,
You are my sacrifice.

Anger spreads over my silent body
Blackens every vein of my dead heart.
While my mind fills with your honesty,
So cruel I could die.

No matter the depth of your words,
Like cunning poisoned darts,
My heart will forever miss your voice,
That has been trapped inside.

Thus begins the numbing pain once more,
My recovery from leaving you behind,
And battle the tears I once wore
To erase you from my thoughts.

So I lay beaten on the icy floor,
As I watch you walk away refined,
I know that now you will ignore,
My attempts to win your heart.

But this anger that spreads,
Like a deadly virus in my head
Is because you have left,
And my heart still wishes for your breath...





Shh, heart do not weep
It is time you are set you free!
No longer will you have to be
Just waiting...to see...

© 2013 Max Earns


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You portray these emotions and pain well with your word choices here. The pain is palpable.
Nice work

Posted 5 Years Ago


A dark and desolate place for anyone to reside, that flickers recognition within us all, sadly. A broken heart, living in a numbed mind, its a wonder love ever caught on at all.
Well captured.

Posted 5 Years Ago


As always i enjoy reading your work. I liked how you conveyed this piece of writing and how you ended it. Good work

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Max Earns
Max Earns

In My Head, TX



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I live through music. I play, I write and perform my feelings. Quite often you'll find me running around in my head. I'm a forgotten dreamer but I know one day reality will bump into me and say, "Hey!.. more..

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