Losing Myself

Losing Myself short poem

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The pain slowly spreads through my body.
While my mind begs it all to stop
(to stop the pain, to stop the tears…),
My heart refuses to let him go.

The mind screams out: “Let him go! Save yourself!”
But the heart whispers: “I can’t…”

By losing him, it feels like
I’m losing myself.
Day by day,
Piece by piece;
until it’s all gone.

Until I’m gone.

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Shirley B

Another heartfelt and poignant piece, Lucy. I like the hopelessness you captured in the last line.


The poem practically bleeds pain. Good Job!


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