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Observe the Pain

Updated on June 20, 2011
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Deborah is a writer, healer, and teacher. Her goal is to help people live their best lives everyday, while sharing her joy and love of life.

 My thanks to Cl@re Bear for the great pictures.

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Lonely Pain

Rejection. Loneliness. Emptiness. Filled with longing to be loved and sadness at being forgotten. Hand turns to pen to release the pressure from an empty heart.

Observe the pain

from a distance:

Head throbbing

Rejection replaces passion

lips longing for

your touch

ache to be kissed.

Breasts hang useless

admiring eyes no longer gaze

at their robust beauty.

They stare dejectedly

at the floor.

Stomach churns

unquenched yearning

dissolves into dread.

Another night

again

alone.

Alone

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    • thevoice profile image

      thevoice 7 years ago from carthage ill

      great powerful words great hub thanks

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      tlmntim9 7 years ago

      Another wow. Touching and true!

      Tim W

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      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      Thanks thevoice.

      Tim, thanks for stopping by.

      Namaste.

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      Debarshi Dutta 7 years ago from Calcutta

      You have captured the idea of passion quite wonderfully in this poem.

      I wonder what exactly is passion? And why does it never exist without an object of passion?

      Reason, on the other hand always exists on it's own unless one discovers passion and the object of passion...

      But that is something which your poem got me into thinking..

      Thanks

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      MFB III 7 years ago from United States

      Oh, How often we are left with useless appendages, hanging

      in dead space with nothing to grasp, or run to, or enter into, or allow to enter in. Hearts beat so much slower, like a metronome marking the time, eyes milk tears in the udders of loneliness, and lips become a tight line stitched

      when there is nothing to press then into blissful fullness.Lovely write~~~MFB III

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      Wow! See! If I had a brain I would have said what MFB said! In the words of "Blazin' Saddles"- "he's got a prettier mouth than a two dollar whore!"

      You know I mean that in the nicest way! MFB is my hero! When I grow up I want to be just like him and 50 Caliber! A rottweiler that can write poetry! Just kidding Dusty!

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      50 Caliber 7 years ago from Arizona

      Excellent expression, open to a readers vision from many perspectives. Micky just can't behave! He'd track dirt on my muddy floors if I let him!

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      Micky Dee 7 years ago

      I wasn't kidding! He bites too!

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      Deborah Demander 7 years ago from First Wyoming, then THE WORLD

      You three are awesome. Thanks for gracing me.

      Namaste.

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      RecoverToday 7 years ago from United States

      Deep and meaningful. Keen expression.

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      Enlydia Listener 7 years ago from trailer in the country

      I have known that feeling.

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      prasetio30 7 years ago from malang-indonesia

      really nice poem. Simple, but understanding. Good work, thumbs Up!

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      MFB III 6 years ago from United States

      Ah, when we are alone we have so many useless appendages staring at the floor on both men and women, ten fingers that ache for caressing, two eyes that see no hope, lips pouting and downcast, various sexual parts that only droop in sorrow, great write.~~~MFB III

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