Taking steps one at a time,
Lost in a haze of images–
Too slow to look at,
Too fast to understand,
Backwards in the good times we had,
Fast forward in the non-existent future.
Voices of friends
a blur of background noises–
Too high to like,
Too low to register,
Numb to all pain–
Too numb to be alive,
Too dead to be breathing,
Still existing
In a world without you…
Image by Jr Korpa on Unsplash
a sad, succinct poem — we all have our fears; it’s how e handle them that’s important; not always easy. I know 😦
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I have had too many nightmares where I was being rejected. It left me in pool of tears every time. Losing someone to death is painful in the extreme, but losing them to life has a recurring sting that people often don’t understand.
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sadly I too am aware of this 😦
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Good to see the comments box back.
I really felt the sense of loss in every word of this. In fact, it was overwhelming.
One of your best, Shaily.
Best wishes, Pete.
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Thank you, Pete! I’m not sure where it came from. Being numb is not an ability I have. I have to deal with any pain in the face.
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