Thursday, November 10, 2011

somebody close is sick

perpetual shivers
heavy heart
weighted eyelids
moistened lashes

I am gone.

devastation
nowhere to turn
I don't know what to ask for
no one knows how to support me
I'm not satisfied with anyone's attempt
they may as well save their breath and avoid the struggle
I'm not sure when things will look
up again, I'm not sure what
to do until then, which is
the scariest part

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