The Hurt

by Venkat

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the hurt we despise
the hurt we run from
remain shadows, our own

the hurt we rely on
the hurt we love to see
remain ghosts, our own

the hurt we destroy
the hurt we burn
remain fresh, our own

this hurt, we heal
measuring our divisions
not to fill our emptiness
but remain ropes, our own
in firm grip of our being
tethered to the same swing

image: http://www.glendonperkins.com

4 Comments to “The Hurt”

  1. Interesting lines to make an old man living with ‘hurts’ think . . . Thanks . . .

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