Monday, March 21, 2016

Crumble

I can't eat
Can't focus

Words die in my throat
Strangled cries escape

I watch the shadows on the wall

Is this death?
A cruel joke?

I can't think
Can't function

Can't find any comfort at all

Just a broken gasp
That sounds like

I love you.


*I wrote this a few years ago. Doesn't reflect my current state. Lol. Thank God! But I left it sitting in my drafts, too raw to publish. Much easier now that it's more memory than fact. I like it though. Another twist in the road, stitch in fabric of my being. Have to respect where you come from, right? If you ever hope to go where you want... ;)

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