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Nothing but her Name
Author: Landcaster  PM
Often I feel that lost love dominates my mood and direction too much and this poem expresses that. A lot like a similar one, "In the Morning I Pace," this one is free verse and sad in tone. Yet if you can relate, I bet you would like it. Review if you can
Rated: Fiction T - English - Angst/Romance - Words: 106 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 07-31-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2552885
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"Nothing but her Name"
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The Sharp suck of the intake
gasping for breath
The Harsh hiss of the radio
clawing for sound
The Deafening echo in my head
of foolish memories
Everything about last year repeating
repeating without rest
I thought I was rid of it
rid of her name
But whenever I'm alone
it comes again
Like the choking rumble of the engine
with which I am acquainted
I have no screaming streaming shells
or rattling returning rifles
I have no dead parents to remember
all my siblings are alive
I have nothing of worth to worry of
except a name
Her name
echoing...
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