Note: A poem I submitted late last night and removed about 10 minutes later. Very different from my usual style; I just opened Microsoft Word and wrote what was on my mind.

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I don’t know why I wrote this, I don’t even know if it’s good, but I don’t care right now. Because every few days, my heart feels like it’s breaking. And I can’t even cry to let it out.

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I have never known Death when it knocked

On a neighbor’s door; I have never seen Him face to face.

I have never witnessed the decay of a human soul, I have never watched

The leeching arms of sickness plague my home. I have never heard

The silent call of release from another’s voice. I have never felt the loss

When an angel left my side.

I have never learned what a broken heart could be.

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Why then, does my heart shatter?

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Shards of pain, shards of sorrow, shards of death, shards of life.

Jagged edges and piercing pain, made whole and broken again.

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I have never given my heart to another, I have never felt

Its trust. I have never looked into another’s eyes and seen

What can be, I have never smiled a natural smile and

Seen its reflection. I have never loved another, I have never felt

Abandonment when someone walked away.

I have never known what true love is, I have never felt its purity.

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Why then, does my heart break?

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I feel the loss of a stolen treasure; I feel its nothingness inside.

I feel the breaking of a sundered soul; I hear its rip inside my mind.

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I have never felt fulfillment when tears coursed down my face.

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