Screatly Penned Entry

by -Choke-On-MY-Halo-   Jun 8, 2016


What would happen
if the remaining ambers
of my life turned to ashes?

Will a blood curling scream
be made somewhere by
someone who loved me once?

If by chance somebody cries
by my mahogany colored
coffin, could I give them a ghost
embrace so they wouldn't feel
so cold?

When visions of my beloved
weeping at the sight of my
corpse going back into the
earth; comfort enters the room by
transforming into human form
and offering her ears to listen to my
sobbing woes;

I even wonder in sleepless nights
what have I accomplished with all
my life where there any parts worthwhile,
I start to ponder as clips of forgotten scripts
leisurely play in the background --

Closing off the doubts alongside the fears, a
woman puts her cherished pen down, hiding
fragments of her fragile soul written in her leathery-
bound diary.

* copied out of my tablet.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    Mori, a very powerful write from you here.
    I truly believe that many people care. I know it's difficult when depression takes a hold and you can't fight it. I've been there all too often and no matter what we never seem good enough but remember YOU ARE!!!

    All the best, Em

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