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Fighting for the reserves I need to keep on going,
Only wanting to exchange happy for sad feelings soI can write away the pain hanging on inside my heartand mind.
Solemn years, no talking or laughter, no get-togethers.
Too many years have passed, I don’t know what to say – I missyou, but pride stands in the way.Wanting to set aside all the hurt and pain, but I don’t knowhow.Will we really never again speak to one another here on earth?Will death be the only solution to end our silent, maddeninggrudge?Death of one…
Smiling interiorly as music and it’s rhythm calms and soothes my brain.
Gently, laid to rest, no more hopes or dreams, just tones of rhythm keeping me in a quiet, serene atmosphere that no one can interfere with no matter how loud or insistent they happen to be.
Cornerstones of concrete sitting
reminding one of gravestones in New Bern,North Carolina