Sunday, February 06, 2011

For ALS 1965-2011


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.

8 comments:

  1. How horrific, sad, and beautiful, all at the same time.

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  2. Marcia:
    She 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

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  3. 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.

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  4. Altho I don't know the story behind this, the poem and the picture say it all.

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  5. Heart breaking! She was a real beauty.
    Lán grá GM

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  6. 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.

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  7. A 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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