Those of pain.

Blotches of red smear my cheek.

On first glance, appearing strong. Though deep within, I am weak.

Tear stained pillow. Soaked with grief. Late at night. My only friend.

Eyes pinged open. Knotted stomach. Sadness. Longing for an end.  

Maternal Affliction ►


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Kayleigh Denton

Mon 27th Nov 2017 16:54

Thank you so much Fred. Knowing that my words are being understood, and that people can relate to them, means a lot to me!

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Rick Varden

Sun 26th Nov 2017 23:34

Succinct to the point, yet powerful. It leaves a lot to think about, including reminiscing over past similar feelings, where one feels at fault for things done, but knowing it’s not you. Well done Kayleigh.

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