Blue is a mockery of
my feelings now-
blackest of grey is
much more proper
rain drench me
to hide my tear
streaked eyes
open the aged scotch
to soak my fears-
Drink til it's all
just a blur for this night-
I shall pay the price again
at mornings first light
dying inside-
is more painful
than that amber poison to
force my fears to the back
and let me collapse-
No one to-
catch me when I fall
from the demise
of this nightmare-
close the blinds
keep out the light
maybe a drunken stupor
will keep me asleep-
as I envy Rip Van Winkle
Little girl lost-
no one will miss her
lost at home, lost in a dream
silenced once again
it's just me of no importance-
stay away
keep your distance
alone again
naturally...
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Robin, these words that eminate from your suffering touch my heart. Beautifully written. A strong mix of pain and beauty. Actually hard to read, with such emotion, those of us who have or do suffer want to take it in out of compassion and revile it from experience. Powerful write. Thank you.