Do we Now Simply Forget?
And so, the sighs go By and bye. And so, it goes, stop. The idea. Stop. Is. Pauses. Nothing Is Worth Telling. Stop. Words Mean Emptying Never stops Mirrors Relate Horrors Stop being so [insert here] The past is a floodgate Of pain Fomented by Barriers To Any Hope Of Healing For me
Everything that used to bring Me a modicum of pleasure Now just sends a blank stare Of all that can be taken away And with that gone That one last tattered thread to Being somewhat whole For once All that goes away Gets obliterated On that day And all is emptiness On both sides AndContinue reading “The One Before Me”