This shit never gets easier
The life of endless sorrow
Telling yourself its better tomorrows
When the now feel so empty and hollow
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: In thought of people I know mixed up with pain I still can't let go and or hold, but slowly I heal. Also brought on by missing my boys birthday call before school and just missing them in general.
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Oooh The feel of this posting comes through so clearly - these words get straight into the heart - a "life of endless sorrow" is such a hard challenge.
But one we all have to face and push through to show it can be done. Just the miss you(s) and its okays, time will heal with see you soon, can feel like you don't want to move.
Thank you for helping share what feels like so many others open wounds too
It can be so hard, be strong, be alive and show that you are strong enough to move forward. The light is there.
Still breathing so I've made it that far! I hope your words carry too others I know struggle too.
Thank your the supportive words
I was quite chipper till I read this - which goes to show what a good write it is.
Haha brilliant reply as I feel sad but yet glad.
Every day Dan, you are becoming more aware and growing. Be proud of what you are becoming. You will never be perfect but you strive to be happy and to self improve. It's not a perfect world, the wise accept others imperfection and smile at their humanity. Smile at yourself.
Thank you buddy I loved your words and I'm slowly learning to be proud that I can sometimes connect with people on a level that my pain can sit with them, as this was written for that purpose as right now no words can bring light when you hold the Ashs of your child.
But when the time is right we always find it ourselves to see other's made it too work welcoming arms.
"Getting Old" - No you're not. In the words of Indiana Jones, it's not the years, it's the mileage..........
Hahaha, brilliant. When I use my eyes I see the age but my mileage is of the gauge.....
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