Telling self it no longer matters, knowing it still does, as it’s machete of grief cuts me into millions of pieces.
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Listening in my mind as thoughts cogitate and
Opening like blossoms,filling the atmosphere with lovely descriptions of lifeand it’s tender scents of nature’s love.
Life giving off an energy, explicitly interior, forming particles of
Solemn thoughts, fulfilling loneliness through a deepened sadness, so quiet, still, that I can’t eliminate the misery caused by it’s presence.Totally stricken, cut to the core of my being, sent there by an abusive person in life.Totally uncontained in serene peace, walking out and away from life as I used to know it.
Silently wishing to meet a friend along the way.
Sometimes prayers aren’t answered, as alone,we go our way.
Walking through halls of darkness, creating light as I take time to think – to ponder – values of our lives.
Leaving behind those who’ve hurt me beyond repair, for they have damaged my innermost core and hurt me.So I no longer will be here for anyone to get close to me or have me for a friend.
Falling upon earth, words lie in a heap.
Words just lie about and wait for speech to bring them out.Some are always left upon the ground, because there are no sentences to contain them.Everyone refrains because they don’t want decaying dinosaurs clouding up their minds.
Finally screaming into the invisible environment of loneliness, not hearing anyone’s voice soothing the pain filling me within.
Lifting my head, crying to the heavens, why me?Yet, knowing that there’ll never be an answer.Singly taking the straight and narrow path, only to be left alone in the middle of the desert – no where to go.