I was asked at 9 am this morning by a friend if the pain would ever stop.
I told him what any sane being with an average IQ and no social skills would say,
"Yes. This won't last forever."
and with that, I cradled him up in my arms as though he was a beautiful rose in a cracked vase and whispered to him softly as he sobbed.
at 10 am I regretted my lack of empathetic words,
because he cracked and shattered on the floor in a puddle of his own sweat and tears.
and at noon I swept up whatever was left of his petals,
and found beneath the framework of what once was him,
nothing more than a scared and suppressed 'Goodbye'.
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The Truth Embarks a New Beginning
PoetryWhen you feel like there's no way out, life laughs and toys with your pain. But, when pain is built on top of pain, the doors of mockery close, and you can walk out into the world, with a newfound understanding and acceptance of what shit you have o...
