the emptinessA Poem by JR Darewood
I have these memories, and they hurt
Buried long into the past creeping along the edges of an aching dream shadows lingering behind the numbness of everyday invisible save for the absence, the cavity of an excised soul, an emptiness that speaks of something that was once there a memory of the horrible things I have seen Tears do not flow They come slow like sludge dripping from my twisted soul, twisted tight until they drip, my body heaving contorted as they are dragged out in painful gasps wrenching, retching bile and poison from the core of my being a memory of the inhumanity only humans make I thought I was brave but I'm just another coward bearing witness to the slaughter of hope and the death of dreams watching until my eyes turn away and I pretend to forget so I put hope away with my memories, to rot safely and invisibly behind the concrete confines of a mausoleum of obedience but in the crevice something grows I have these memories, and they hurt. © 2013 JR DarewoodAuthor's Note
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Added on May 25, 2013Last Updated on May 27, 2013 AuthorJR DarewoodLos Angeles, CAAboutWriting is really the greatest release. It teaches you to take notice of the depth of the world around you and channel it into new insights you want to share with the world. I love it. BTW: I turne.. more..Writing
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