And... (a sort of maybe poem)
Thoughts die on your tongue, unspoken, though not forgotten.
Not by far forgotten, as some thoughts can never be,
No matter how many times you bang your head,
Regardless of the seconds it takes to slit your wrists in agony.
Forgotten, never, trapped eternal inside your mind.
And you here, to look for them eternal, waiting for the day.
The day of the next gut punch, the day you topple over.
But time passes and you remain erect, standing,
On your pile of glass shards and dirt,
Alone on your mountain of things unsaid.
And you think how sad, you didn't even get the time,
The time to mourn, the time you might've liked to say goodbye.
And now, you never will. Days pass, life wraps you once more in its' merry dance.
And that little scream inside your head grows ever weaker,
The ache in your heart turned numb, though never fully gone.
And one day, your ears go deaf and your heart turns to stone,
And you're finally happy, 'cause you got what was owed you.
Whoa, this one is powerful! I really like it.
Would you be interested in having the Steem Torch passed to you @honeydue? It was recently passed to me and I'd like to send it to you if you'd like to take part. Here are the rules - https://steemit.com/steem/@geekgirl/steem-torch
I hope you and the family have a wonderful Holiday!
Thanks! :) Glad you do.
Uhm, not really...I'm not really active on Steem these days and I just know it would sit in my wallet forever, which wouldn't really be fair...
Thank you. I hope you have a great time too! <3
Thanks and no worries at all! Take care @honeydue!
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