Brokenhearted

BROKENHEARTED

Then comes that day you realise
That all this anguish has its roots
Not in this other, nor in any other
But in the spell you yourself cast
And then the real work can begin

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 24, 2013, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. Amen, Brother Ben! Lets chalk another one up to the shared mainstream/continuum. I was tapping away this morning on something very similar, and you’ve nailed it far more succinctly than me. I hope things are well with you despite the appearance of spells cast. πŸ™‚

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  2. self reflection is a beautiful thing. πŸ˜‰

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  3. Self delusion is a thing full of wonder—and stunning amazement in hindsight.

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