Puncture my dead eyes
Rip my useless throbbing heart
Bury me. End this.
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Puncture my dead eyes
Rip my useless throbbing heart
Bury me. End this.
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a splendid senryu.. nuff said.. N
There is nothing else
Each line of agony pierces this reader - a senryu. to end all sens. Sylvia.
Thanks Fay,
Piercing agony describes it well.
.... I hope peace came after letting go of this, if not keep writing we are listening. Till the end
Much love and respect
Thanks Dan,
I’m struggling to be honest, so I tried to write it out like you said.
It came out like this:
Sabotage
Silence sneaks around the cracks
Of the machine gun
Stuttering
Hammering
Sabotaging
The fabric of my breath
Blood oozes like an ocean
In the dead spaces
Drowning
Numbing
Darkens
The rise and fall of my chest
Is it black?
Is it dead?
Full up with empty
Seeping sepsis
Unsaid
Reach for me
I’ll make you regret it
Yearn for me
You’ll never forget it
Lift me up
So I can slump
High with your praise
So I can jump
Two for joy flies from the treetops
Into the relentless abyss
Too much
Too many
Last one
Moments
Like this
Wow. That's beautifully sad, I've read it a few times now and "reach for me" resonates so much. I'm not what this is that has a grip on you but you've got this!
Breathe and remember, you are a star with so much power...
Ps
Sometimes it helps to use mother nature
Nature usually does help but it’s like I will just sabotage hope today.
Probably best left in a dark room!
Well I do mean more than just go out in it, I mean use it. She has some wonderful natural ways to help clear our minds or rest them 😉
We’re not talking opiates are we Dan? 😱
Tell me how?
psilocybin is the one for me, you can grow your own or wait till the right time of year. But if this reality I just can't get, I play some reggae and let it drift 😉
Each to there own of course but I know it can never happen right with alcohol...
Ouch - but a great senryu nonetheless.
Thank you
Super though very sad senryu. May you troubles see the light and all is well.
Let my eyes be clear,
Let my throbbing heart be pure.
Life is there for me.
I guess some days the light evades
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