Words
extract pain. The resulting wounds pierce effectively deep, cavernous. With
deliberate and lethal deliverance when spoken, in any language, on any
continent, a tool of the passionate. When from the heart of all hearts, a
lover, who takes aim without care, intent on destruction, leaving devastation.
Words can leave an empty black hole where a heart once ruled. A mortal enemy,
are words spoken with malice. The highflying bird captured, I hear its cries in
the night. Its light extinguished, will it not wither? I fear, that is I, for
its pain and desperation I share. My spirit grounded, I've ceased to soar. I
concede, I cave, and what is exposed, only humiliation and pain and loneliness
of the blackness of an empty hole for all to see. When loves abandoned, a lover
flawed, void of emotion, a black hole is all.
by Quinn
Cullen

This is great! Very dark, but then is not dark a part of understanding the whole?
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You write like I do when I'm in pain or emotional distraught. It's my best tool actually.
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