A shining blade, sharper than any other, driven into my soul.
Where can I go to escape the pain?
Everywhere I turn I find it.
It digs deeper and deeper into my gut.
My whole body aches in agony.
Tears fill my eyes for the rest I have lost.
I long for the days of love,
When all were together and nothing could separate us.
Our lives were like the earth:
Firm, solid, unbreakable.
But slowly a crack forms,
Each day growing – until now.
Now the crack burst open wide.
My world is shaken by the impact.
A gap has formed between us,
And now we must each go on alone,
Living with the agonizing love and the hopeful sorrow…
…Of memories.
Well done, Lucy! I like the last two lines; the first line also has potential, but is a bit word. Can you trim it? And here's another observation: you have quite a string of mixed metaphors. Can you decide whether the pain is a sword, a shovel, or a crack in the earth?
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