Lifeless Poetry

By Carla   

Not again in this life time
Will I reread that poem!
Sticks and stones break bones,
But that poem broke the depth and breath
That my soul can reach.
If it were not for loving you,
I would be lying desolate
Like Poe pining for Annabelle Lee.
You, the sensible one, keeps me tethered
To a reality devoid of self-pity...
Devoid of lifeless poetry.

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Some poetry simply cannot be read again for it is too painful on many levels.