Bad Night Again
I want to, no I NEED to scream, scream out to the world my pain. I feel as if I am going to
burst and disappear. I am so tired, yet can't get my mind to relax and stop
just for a moment to give me a break from this grieving that is engulfing me.
This is such a cold nite, a good night to be snuggled up in bed sleeping. but I
sit here writing a prose about grief again. I miss the sweetness of life, the
happiness and joy of just being ,all that is now gone left is a clone, a mere shell of
a woman pretending to be Deb but no one notices. They go on laughing and pretending
all is well, no more dealing with the devil. Well folks, I deal with him every night and
day.He has not gone away simply wears a mask that tonight slipped.Nightmares, time
for more tranquilizers. Than will come sweet release for me for at least a little while.
Peace and happiness to you all, I wish you well and please keep praying for me as
winter approaches and I grow wearier.
Debbie Wagoner 11/6/09
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