Notice of absence from LP2187
will be gone for a week
will be gone for a week
I drag the glass across my freezing skin
The grief is fire lighting my soul aflame
Can’t help but scream with aching burns within
No clue of what doing this helps me gain
A line of blood is shouting out with pain
My arm keeps throbbing but I cannot care
I feel my body cower and refrain
This torment I deserve I have to bear
My suffering I think I can’t compare
To those who don’t know what I’m going through
I wish I could make everyone aware
To give me happiness that I pursue
I say my fear makes everything hazy
When really I’m just being so crazy
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Comments4
Fear can scramble senses and awareness. That’s a tough spot to be in. Sometimes I kinda freeze. 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Yes, very true. Thanks.
You’re welcome 👍🏻🙏🏻🕊
Raging emotions often taken for being crazy. After all what is crazy? Just a little further out on the continum maybe. People always judge those not like themselves as crazy. A thought provoking read
Thank you, I think intense emotions are always misunderstood. Have a good day
Grief is a raging fire for sure. Such a difficult and yet important process to go through. Well done, my friend. 🌹👏
Thank you, I fully agree. Grief is a hard and long journey.
It sure is. you are welcome, my friend!
Excellent write
Thank you very much Tony, much appreciated.
You're welcome
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