Memories.
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.
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.
If you wish to post a comment you must login.
This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.
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!