Poems from ArleneDunagan

Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ... I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered With the merciless blow, like finding out...
Bathed in my warm light Leaching out degrees, last thing I heard Was you calling goodbye in flight Leaving just your memory, dim and...
I might be wrong in thinking That I navigate with lithe and agility through unfamiliar dark rooms Dark wombs Even darker tombs sinking...
I wanted to read but my mind was at work Listing all of the things it had seen, felt, and heard There were days void of hope, there were...
You will never stop burning holes through my heart when I am alone and I am weak Burning holes through my lip when I can't speak of you...

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