The pain she left
Like a care package
Felt like, one of those
Internal bleeding
Deep laceration types;
Sucking at my life force,
An echo, reverberating
Bouncing on the insides
Past rib cage bars,
Acting as a reminder
Of the type of pain
You’ll experience
If you make a habit
Of embracing
Stupid decisions.
– Original-Dante ©2016
Photograph by: ucilito
O.D. 
Nice poem…
Thank you!
You are welcome… ☺
Ha! This is great!!! I feel that pain…lol Will I ever learn??? I hope so 🙂
Lol thank you 🙂 and I hope so too 😀
Always an underlying wisdom in all you write. Kudos, peace and love, K
Thank you Kim, funny thing though, sometimes I don’t even see the underlying wisdom until im told lol 😀
ha, you must write like me, just open up the noggin and let the words spill out, then in hindsight, see things you may have not intended….channeled poetry 🙂 bliss indeed. But the wisdom is there, and good too 🙂
And when it comes right down to it…its looking back in hindsight that can be the real reward in writing poetry; sometimes you learn something new and sometimes you surprise yourself (in a good way)…lol people don’t know what they’re missing out on with this art form 🙂
Amen!
Hahaha thanks 🙂
Deep. So well expressed with vivid images.
Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Beautifully expressed!!
Thank you! 😀
A habit that I’ve made one too many times. When you finally grow old of the feeling – every wrong action just STOPS. Like your heart had brakes the whole time.
And then you hit yourself on the head for it having taken so long to hit those brakes *sigh*