Heavy is the pain,
and yet these weighted bones; know nothing
of the ominous loads,
that dwell
on an aching soul.
A head filled with a million almost realities.
Tangible - yet unreachable moments,
experienced so fully by a once hopeful
heart.
Clashing harshly; in blood filled feuds
with the memories that will not
die.
Hurt - first delivered through the means
of kind words and sad eyes
bubbles from nothingness.
Faces once seen -
burnt into the mind
to linger.
Doomed,
to repeat that -
same awful
news.
Gone. Sorry. Missed.
They will never know how much.
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When Life Hits Hardest
PoesíaSometimes life hits you hard. When it does it often reveals something within us that we didn't know was there. These revelations can be beautiful, raw and inspiring. They can also be ugly, harsh and uncomfortable to look at. When life hits me hardes...
