The old, cold wounds
Open
In dead of night.
When the world falls
Silent.
The only sound
A lone sharp scream
Within
Lingering long.
Scraping the insides
Bloody.
Now nothing left.
No one to hear.
Unloved.
Used. Abused. Shushed.
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How horrific, sad, and beautiful, all at the same time.
ReplyDeleteMarcia:
ReplyDeleteShe never knew how stunningly gorgeous and bright she was. She finally succeeded in what she had been attempting for years and years. A sad and desperate waste of a life. Her demons were massive and originated in childhood.
XO
WWW
It is so hard to know that someone you love is suffering, and to not be able to do anything to help. I hope she finds peace now.
ReplyDeleteAltho I don't know the story behind this, the poem and the picture say it all.
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry {hugs}
ReplyDeleteHeart breaking! She was a real beauty.
ReplyDeleteLán grá GM
I can only guess at who ALS is. Such a tragedy that she never understood how beautiful she was. I hope she's in a better place now.
ReplyDeleteA very powerful poem. There are so many people with deep inner sufferings that they're unable to cope with. And sometimes it's only after their death that those sufferings become known.
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