To hear this from me
Breaks me down
Even though it's in my head
I'm not mad at you
I know you are not here anymore
It makes me sad to think
Sometimes I flirt with death too
Nobody wants to die
Really
The gift of life is precious
It's difficult to see sometimes
It's too dark
The days pile up and it's messy
And rough
I hope this reaches you in time
Much love, bones
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this laying in bed thinking about this bootcamp I was in. Man, it really traumatized me. Then, I was thinking about my brother who is not with us anymore and attempted to communicate through some form of supernatural telemetry with him. I think he hears what i mean.
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Comments3
A most interesting voice in this poem reaching out into the beyond. Well written
And I did... How and why was the bootcamp? Sounds fascinating......
Two years of abuse and disrespect. Got me in shape though. Living with ptsd
Sorry - you write short hard pieces, I've discovered...something on boot camp and if it has any value?
Well written. Sorry for your loss. I don't think we could ever understand .dead.
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