Dense black mucous
seeps through every pore
of my scarred skin
through every hair follicle
coating each strand thickly
A river of hot bitumen floods
my veins and arteries
I cannot breathe with
my lungs as sponges
suffocated by filthy grime
reaching my heart
filling it with sticky tar
My brain is flushed with soot
My mind is black
All has ceased
Death
I too, understand these feelings so well. Thank you for writing this so eloquently and beautifully xxx
I do what I can to avoid news as much as possible, I have enough going on.. yet unless I shut myself away and never leave the house, I am going to come across some of it sometimes.
Death, destruction, rape, war- so many people dying, famine, disease, persecution. Doesn’t it make you ache?
I have been so bitter the last few days, bitter and angry. Hating God and hating the world around me. I am somewhat upset with myself for that now.
I know I am entitled to feel what I feel, but what kind of person am I if I carry rage in my heart? I don’t want to add more hate to a world already consumed by it.
It’s not who I am or who I want to be. I love, I care, I put everyone in front of me, perhaps sometimes to my own detriment, nonetheless, it…
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Essentially Ellie 