by Neal Cronin
Monday, July 16, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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They say it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
My broken soul would say something different,
something about the ratty clothes that lay in fragments on my soiled body.
Something about the empty feeling in my heart,
complemented by the low rumble of my stomach.
It would have said something about the pitying passersby,
hurriedly dropping change in my filthy cup.
It would have mentioned my dirty face,
the same face that used to make her smile.
It would have mentioned the feeling of signing those papers,
the ones that took everything away.
It would have mentioned the unforgettable image of my children,
as they erased me from their heart.
It might have even warned me of what could go wrong,
when everything seemed right.
I loved her, I lost everything.
My broken soul wishes it would have never loved at all.
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|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|This one is gripping and very realistic. I hope it isn't reality like it was for one of our writers. If you wanted to get our attention, you got it. Now the question is, how do we solve the problem all those out there in the same situation.
|Reviewed by Richard King
|Neal, this just drips with sadness and hurt. Pour it out man, some say it helps. Dick|