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5:50am, a time on a clock. A time that comes day after day and has since time was invented and will come till the day I stop existing on this world but will come again for those still living.
5:50am the time etched into my mind forever as the ME pronounced Alex's passing. It was final, nothing would bring him back. Life would never be the same. A time I dread seeing or being awake for. My world stopped while others go on with their lives as nothing happened.
5:50, the time my heart would be shattered with no way of putting the shattered pieces back together.
5:50 the time I wish I stopped existing as well.
5:50 a time the air was knocked out of me as if I was punched in the stomach, trying to breathe but finding that no matter how many breaths I take it feels like I can't get the air back in me.
5:50 the time complete and utter emptiness crept in and settled into it's new home.
5:50 a time that pain, panic, lost feelings went into over drive relentlessly battering, bruising me forever.
5:50 a time that thoughts of ending my life also went into overdrive constantly staying on my mind and angering me each day I wake up that I have not followed through.
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My poetry
PoetryI write from my heart and from life experiences. I have a disabled son who was not expected to make it. Some are about him, some about a abusive situation I was in, some just love.
