My head echoing
with the roar of
silent flashbacks (of us)
makes me wish and pray
or cross my fingers (and hope to die)
that I was deaf (on the inside)
Or perhaps I could find
that spot on my body (or yours)
where the pain gets in (and out)
and plug it closed
with a tear (and a smile)
–
copyright 2012 Steven Harz
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Steven Harz was the 2013 winner of the international People's Poetry Contest and is a three-time winner of The Iron Writer Challenge. In his writing, Steven captures the exhilaration, pain, and frustration of love, all the while making you strive to find the perfect balance. His work will pierce your heart with memories of love gone bad or an undying commitment to not let that happen to you - pain, truth, and appreciation pour out of his words.
Steven's works have appeared in Inwood Indiana Press' Tracks, Voices 2, Donut Factory, Words+Pictures, Ink Monkey Magazine, The Germ, The Voices Project, Pocket Thoughts, and Indigo Rising UK.
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Really well written, it echos the words of many silent suffers. It dipicts the essence of pain in my opinion.
thanks for visiting PM!
Wow this is deep. Reminds me of the pain when I was 17