Hey! There's poetry behind that woodshed: Phantom Pain

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Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Phantom Pain

Around, all about, the mourners gather. My dread grows as the angry hand of Heaven falls against my heart. It wounds me, and darkly my blood drips to the wicked earth that is my prison. In unholy terror, I beg forgiveness while Death's shadow takes my hand. Now alone, my cascade of tears falls upon uncaring eyes. This is my Hell. ~Therese Anne Schmidt~ © Therese Anne Schmidt Sign in to see full entry.

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