what Exactly was it I won ?

In the quiet stillness I watch the flicker
of a candles flame
there laying at My feet is the scattered shards
of a thousand broken dreams

I am the only one remaining 
the last man standing
blood it flow's from open wounds
along with the scar's of heart , soul an mind
now at the end of it all 

I stand alone 
watching a dying candle flame
I wonder
what Exactly was it

I won 

` D Donner ~

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ramonathompsont's picture

Sounds like someone broke a

Sounds like someone broke a good man's heart

Morningglory's picture

Whoho! You won,

Whoho! You won, solitude!

There ain't nothin' wrong with that, once in a while.

Gives a person a chance to check in with self and reset.

Now, perhaps it's just about loving your own heart

...and all the souls left that you've yet to encounter.

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nightlight1220's picture

I always say, 59, "winning,

I always say, 59, "winning, like beauty is in the eye of the beholder". It's true, isn't it? As far as relationships go? I might hope i never ever think of someone's heart or even ego (or even "war") being broken as a "prize to be conquered".


I totally get this... love it. ♡♥♡


...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "