The Joy of Being Misunderstood

By Ed Crane

Fri, 15 Nov 2013
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Such a comfort being misunderstood

and not feeling the need to care.

With stones in the heart eroded

over time, there are only branches

where emotions once hung when

events of life really seemed to matter.

 

Fate’s played its game out. Only clinging

shrapnel and a fading pain remain

leaving a strange sense of security in the

knowledge nothing hurts anymore.

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Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Liked this, Ed.  Emotive, and bleak.

Tina

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Thanks Tina.

 

 

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Thanks Tina.

 

 

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

'. . . leaving a strange sense of security in the

knowledge nothing hurts anymore.'

Great line here, Ed. Well done.

Rich

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Thanks Rich, much appreciated!

 

Submitted by Bee on

An interesting point of view which suggests there is much unspoken between these careful lines. 

I liked this very much

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Thanks Bee. Could be ........ Could be.wink