Love.... Poem by Beth Bailey

Love....



Love.....
A painful cut to the soul that bleeds pools of hope.
And hope is a sticky liquid in which we get mired.
Swim in it too long and you will find yourself in the deep-end with no ladder out.
How long can you tread?
How long can you keep your head above before you get too tired and succumb to the death?

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