Broken HeartA Poem by Gray Feathers Hunger and love, primal and mindful, two slipping sides and only one coin. Are they so different? Man rips the feeding hands.
Skin, blood, fingernails
Are
Better than silly food.
We destroy to live.
Which came first?
Am I start
Or finish?
Maybe I wanted pain
(Secretly of course)
But
You ripped into my mind
With such starvation.
© 2009 Gray FeathersAuthor's Note
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Added on June 14, 2009 Author
Gray FeathersCowtippingston, OHAboutI'm a seventeen-year-old living in the rural part of Ohio where cows frolic and teens drive around the Wal-Mart parking lot. *le sigh* Anyway, the avatar I'm using currently is a digital painting of m.. more..Writing
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