~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood" ~ T.S. Eliot
Her heart bleeds, great rivers of emotion, filled with pain
It never stops, cascading blood red waters, carrying memories
No one notices, remiss of the tides of fury that well up inside her
Her heart bleeds, no longer for him but for the gaping hole
He’s left behind.
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~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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