Living
up to capabilities in which the very fiber has stretched me to the
limit.
Heartbeat
irregular vital organs shut down, prepared for the end yet the end
cannot be found.
Eyes
painfully squint as I struggle to breathe, wanting to fight back and
withdraw from this partially obscured premonition.
Not
one iota of passion, love a distant memory lost hindered by psychosis
emotionless and frigid.
Sacrificial
soul inadequate for it no longer belongs to me. Aspirations a cruel
jest within this ancedote.
O’
wicked world, one favor I shall ask of thee, grant me the fruit of my
demise release me from this facade called my life. My dreams lay
lifeless unnoted discarded.
I wish I could curse on here, because sometimes nothing says a feeling better. For crying out loud man, this piece is a perfect description of what happens when someone tries to force person=square peg into a cookie cutter dream=round hole. The square peg comes out barely recognizable, nearly destroyed. The round hole walks away unscathed or with a tiny splinter or two shaking their heads...well that didn't work. Let me go find another square peg and see if it fits...Wow the emotion in this piece is raw but so clearly, crisply described. The sweet agony of release please find me!
Oh I feel this one deeply.. I lost loved ones to Alzheimer's.... Strong in feeling and content. thank you, shallimar
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
Thank you S.R. I see you were able to figure this one out...you hit
the nail right on the head.. read moreThank you S.R. I see you were able to figure this one out...you hit
the nail right on the head..
11 Years Ago
I dont know if you write from life experience but i feel someone very close to you suffers.. huggs, .. read moreI dont know if you write from life experience but i feel someone very close to you suffers.. huggs, shallimar
Most of my writing is fictional but there are a few that makes one
wonder, and thanks for the .. read moreMost of my writing is fictional but there are a few that makes one
wonder, and thanks for the huggs I never turn away from a good hug!
Is this about dementia? I have known so many who have lived this life...its so sad.. You penned the emotions very well.. A great write about a painful experience..xx
"There is no grief like the grief that does not speak."
--- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Painstaking write...sadness, loss, haunting thoughts, memories. My soul feels the pain you write
Dont spare me.
If it is not my pain you
Can kill,
Then help me find a way to heal
Heartwrenching work here. So many lines were notable but my favorite
"Scythe my soul inadequate, for it no longer belongs to me."
Truly amazing.. as always.
Reminds me of laying there, riddled with AIDS, wanting to die, 'cos you're so sick of being sick and in so much agonising pain. Every hour spent living in such a state is an eternity ... you might as well be in hell, 'cos that's what it feels like.