The Ache of Never

The Ache of Never

A Poem by phantom pains
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a romantic, I may not be, for letting people down is easy.

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She was like a ghost:
One moment there,
Holding a beating heart in her palm,
And the next gone. 
The heart left a stray,
Dirtied and beaten from the fall. 
For she was dead, 
Inside her head. 
She cared not,
For she was not made to last.
Nor was love 
In her invisible hand.  

© 2015 phantom pains


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I love poems like this... short, concise, with a delivery that pounds the senses with imagery and skillful wordplay. I've been the ghost, and I've also been the one scooping my "dirtied" heart off the floor. Excellent piece my friend. Thank you for sharing.

Posted 5 Years Ago


It is so difficult to not be random.....and sadly, some of us even take this tendency into relationships......trading peoples' hearts as if they were mere commodities.....

Beautiful poetry!


Posted 5 Years Ago


phantom pains

5 Years Ago

Thank you for your review and compliments!
This is a beautiful portrait of a wandering soul, especially that of the shortened attention span that so often grips our modern age. Love is a fleeting things these days, even in the hands of those who were dealt a flush. Good topic, simply writ, but well.

Posted 5 Years Ago


phantom pains

5 Years Ago

You hit the point right on target. Thank you for your review!

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Humble greetings. I am Megan, a painter, poet, and short story writer. I am currently working on a novella inspired by familiar faces in a crowd, and a comedic biography on George Washington. Want t.. more..

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