i list my indiscretions
to secretly get back at you
want to build my shred of dignity
but look what i've resorted to
wanna prove to you i've done it to
i watch them pile high
but all i'm left with is regret
as i match you lie for lie
2001
Poetry by Deena Marie. I once read in a book that DREAMS are the "healing waters of the unconscious" and knew if I ever published a collection of poems, that's the title I would want. I am best at writing about heartache, dark times, loss, empty space, what is not. It is one of many forms of expression, therapy and most importantly, healing for me. Please pay attention to the date at the bottom of each poem! I no longer feel poems should be kept private. In the end our words are all we have.
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