here's something i won't put on facebook. i don't trust the filters . . .i'm afraid the subject of the poem will see it.
i can't go through this night
i'm in so much pain
the thoughts that run through me
should exhaust me
but i can't . . .i can't. .
she's dead, and i miss her
i saw her leave the earth
she looked right at me,
but couldn't speak
i didn't know . . i didn't know . .
it would hurt her so much
she trusted me
she let me feed her
she'd call me at all hours
i was her constant
i was the only one
they told me it was for the best
let go . . let go . .
gently, with love
and she'll disappear in the night
she fought
she knew
she was scared!
they lied
they lied!
she was very aware
and she looked at me . .
and i sit here
night after night
hearing her silent cries
i can't sleep
i can't end this night
i cant . . .i can't . . .
i never want to be at peace again . .
New Year, New Commitment to What’s Already Working…
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OK, it’s not as snappy as ‘New Year, New You’, but we all know those grand
commitments to massive ‘to do’ lists don’t work anyway, don’t we?
So let’s try...
1 day ago
1 comment:
Wow. oh wow. This is almost painful to read. Such emotion, and the desire to never be at peace... a very strong conclusion. Good work, L.
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