The Hard Goodbye
How can we both, finally say goodbye
When all I think, you’ll ask is why
I gave up caring and supporting you
When really fostering is all I do.
Now your gone, my hearts a flutter
Emotions in words, come out as a stutter
I think did I fail? Or did you prevail?
My faults and mistakes are not yours to bear
You have enough trauma yourself to wear
I felt I was lost, like tears in rain
...
Monday 7th March 2022 2:02 pm
My Muse Is Dead
Beige walls stand empty where original artworks once hung
A woman, beyond her years in mind and body, sits at her desk
Staring at a screen that, despite vast knowledge at her fingertips
Is empty
The cloud of cognizance that enveloped her has cleared
Ridiculed by those she trusted
"Over medicated"
No more pills
No more gange
Nothing to help control the demons within her mind
There is no f...
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