Bare bones splinter
A man voices his disregard
An ache low and bitter
Sits in my blood
The uplift
The drop
The dazed eyes searching for something
They always knew
-Saschia
Bared Bones
Posted byJaynePosted inPoetryTags:anxiety, art, artist, author, creative writing, depression, poem, writing
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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A very raw poem of betrayal and the contempt people treat us with. The lines talking about always knowing struck a chord. Someplace deep.
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