A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.
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The way I see the pain,
Streaking down your face,
I wish I could-
With all my heart,
Erase,
The bitter taste,
Of words-
Spoken in haste.
But that never is-
Is it not?
The case.
8 responses to “The Case With Pain”
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The short, clipped lines make it feel almost like a hesitant confession, like you’re struggling to find the right words but knowing none of them will ever be enough.
The pacing is what really gets me. That pause after “I wish I could” holds so much weight, like the regret is physically stopping you in mid-thought. And the way it closes “The case.” leaves this quiet, resigned sadness hanging in the air.It’s simple, but that’s what makes it so powerful. Feels like something you’d say when you know an apology won’t fix things, but you still need to say it anyway.
Fevered Mind 
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