The dark.

I can't breathe.
The grief is filling my body, and I let fear in.
No words can give me comfort,
for I am too far gone
The tears they fall, my heart is heavy.
This pain is taking hold of me.

I am struggling to fill myself with love and light.
Instead I am angry, hurt and afraid.

I am nothing but a lost soul drifting along
Waiting for the brightness to appear.
All sense of knowing disappears
Until I find Love again.





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  1. HilarySeptember 3, 2013 at 12:13 PM

    Friend, I am sending you love, support and strength! That is all I know how to do, but please know I am doing it everyday for you!

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