The cold pang

when contrary
hearts
whisper ill intentions
to those
emaciated
shells –

merely thirsting
for touch

but given projectiles –
cold pangs…

that rupture
like darts
to the spirit

isolation will offer

safe harbor
darkening
the souls
that only
longed to
be held.



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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.