#haggard - Hello Poetry

A haggard angel Stands behind my back. Is it me or you? For three decades She had graced me With words of love And fits of anger. I helped create her And yet hurt her . And suddenly, she turns Away from me, Still loving me, I think. But all she wants, She tells me bitterly, Is to be alone. She leaves and I wonder If she will ever return. I stand on a garish train, Thunderstruck, unmoving, As I watch her storm away. Suddenly, I feel what she does— The pain and sadness. I created her long ago And know why she is livid. And now she returns the hurt, Leaving me as the empty one, My insides vacuum up sorrow. Am I now the angel, Fallen and haggard?

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Sep 13, 2021

Sep 13, 2021 at 1:30 PM UTC

sharon-talbot

A Haggard Angel

A haggard angel Stands behind my back. Is it me or you? For three decades She had graced me With words of love And fits of anger. I helped create her And yet hurt her . And suddenly, she turns Away from me, Still loving me, I think. But all she wants, She tells me bitterly, Is to be alone. She leaves and I wonder If she will ever return. I stand on a garish train, Thunderstruck, unmoving, As I watch her storm away. Suddenly, I feel what she does— The pain and sadness. I created her long ago And know why she is livid. And now she returns the hurt, Leaving me as the empty one, My insides vacuum up sorrow. Am I now the angel, Fallen and haggard?

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Vinyl Chloride I try to soothe my haggard mind late at night, I try to run from you, because your damage soaked all my bones and all the happiness I owned. Your name dug my grave ahead of time, I'm sorry, but you crossed a line; You cannot trespass my heart, you cannot say you loved me most because when I bled in the dark, your presence was a ghost.

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Jan 11, 2017

Jan 11, 2017 at 9:24 PM UTC

crimsyy

Trīgintā Trēs

Vinyl Chloride I try to soothe my haggard mind late at night, I try to run from you, because your damage soaked all my bones and all the happiness I owned. Your name dug my grave ahead of time, I'm sorry, but you crossed a line; You cannot trespass my heart, you cannot say you loved me most because when I bled in the dark, your presence was a ghost.

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Truckin' onions down the Grapevine Jake brake blaring I am almost HOME sang the feller drivin' onions, Singing common man songs just getting' along Makes up words when he can He's an uncommon man but he takes a lot of pride in what I am. They're playing sad Merle Haggard songs on the radio Rollin' onions down the Grapevine Airbrake smokin' smell heavy fifty miles by now, Singing trucker man songs Just getting along all downhill from there He was an uncommon man but he took a lot of pride in what I am. They're still playing Merle Haggard songs on the radio There's onions on the freeway Clear on down to Button Willow. I guess old Merle died too, today.

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Mar 18, 2019

Mar 18, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC

kenpepiton

They're playing sad Merle Haggard on the radio

Truckin' onions down the Grapevine Jake brake blaring I am almost HOME sang the feller drivin' onions, Singing common man songs just getting' along Makes up words when he can He's an uncommon man but he takes a lot of pride in what I am. They're playing sad Merle Haggard songs on the radio Rollin' onions down the Grapevine Airbrake smokin' smell heavy fifty miles by now, Singing trucker man songs Just getting along all downhill from there He was an uncommon man but he took a lot of pride in what I am. They're still playing Merle Haggard songs on the radio There's onions on the freeway Clear on down to Button Willow. I guess old Merle died too, today.

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