Wounded Sigh

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Written: March 28, 2024 For Edward Ibeh Contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It is a myth that time cures any wound, It is merely what people say and sound. When the wound was simply skin-wide, No reply may occur due to decay sighed. Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive. Feeling numb and wounded, sighs escape. My heart churns—overwhelmed by a scrape. Pebbles embed in my brain cortex. Amorphous swirls provide a raw vortex. Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive. Assessing a child's stomach on baking day, Those smitten by love share anguish and decay. Fail to express love or even heart grief. Charmed in a state of anguish and relief. Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive. I perceive kismet as a formidable antagonist, One could not despise his rival or protagonist. That amazes everyone—upon slaughtering me, Who slain me, or who carried out such butchery? Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live, Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive. Let's devote the night to the wounded. Their bodies are battered—rise to be subtruded. Whispered to no one, cleanse of their scars. Wounded sigh in killer room as dusk dew parse. Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive. Those who have been wounded by his arrow, Those who were scathe sob in love, thrill shadow. Wriggle on the rug with love and reverence. Heal wounds themselves, hurting its severance. Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive. Head over to celebrate with them tonight. Love may seem corrupted—they cry fake sight. If they shed fake tears—their love isn't divine. Believers never act wildly or display mood signs.

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Valsa George

Date: 4/9/2024 5:34:00 AM

Back to your poem, dear friend with Congratulations on your first place win.

Edward Ibeh

Date: 4/8/2024 6:29:00 PM

What a phenomenal poem, Lasaad. I also loved the refrain..."Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive." Heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest!

Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/1/2024 4:38:00 AM

SP, Great description of all the things that can hurt us emotionally and how we may suffer after that happens... and the suffering doesn't just go away on its own. The refrain expresses this difficulty and paralysis that could occur. I think you are suggesting empathy for all who have been hurt and that is a good thing indeed.

Valsa George

Date: 3/29/2024 8:33:00 AM

"Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive." What a powerful refrain that has set the mood of the whole poem. A 'death in life' existence is the most miserable thing one can experience. this is so very emotive and heart-stirring. There are wounds that time cannot heal. Throughout the poem, I can hear the wounded sighs. Wonderful entry. All the Best dear friend. Glad to see you back after a short interim.

Vijay Pandit

Date: 3/29/2024 5:58:00 AM

The essence of your theme resonates throughout my friend. You enhanced the effect with your refrain: Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live. Such a wounded sigh to endure and strive--splendidly emotive write, Lasaad.

Ink Empress

Date: 3/29/2024 4:36:00 AM

Ah dr Sotto, its so good to have you back writing, i remember whn i first joined soup, you were one of the first i always read constantly, so to have you back here posting feels like everything is complete now: hah! And i absolutely love the depth of this poem that depicts such deep emotions, helplessness and wounded sighs that leave one contemplating. I agree with your opening lines that it is a myth that time heals all, sometimes time even cant heal much when one’s wounds are deep. A fave! BOL

Silent One

Date: 3/29/2024 4:32:00 AM

poem presents a profound exploration of the enduring nature of emotional wounds and the struggle to find solace and healing amidst suffering. The repetition of the refrain, "Oh, suffering of not being able to die or live," underscores the profound sense of helplessness and stagnation experienced by you.. Overall, this poem offers a poignant meditation on the human experience, exploring themes of suffering, love, fate, and healing with evocative imagery and heartfelt reflection.