What torture must it be to drift aimlessly, to feel insecure and untethered, like an autumn leaf cast into the wind?
What torture must it be to have wounds that never heal and wounds that heal only to be replaced with hideous scars?
What torture must it be to feel hunger that can not be sated with food and thirst that can not be quenched with water?
What torture must it be to drown into a crowd and be suffocated by the crushing pangs of solitude?
What torture must it be to drive to an unknown destination, unable to turn back, and seeing in the rear view mirror all the things you didn't do?
What torture indeed...
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This sounds like something I might have written - I wish I had, because its very melancholy.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dicky - I hope the dark cloud will disperses soon
DeleteNice words Joe, it holds lots of meaning
ReplyDeleteThanks Tempo - Glad you like it.m I like what I wrote but would rather write something more upbeat- but its how I feel at the moment
DeleteGood post, Joe. It made me feel horrible, but that's not always a bad thing. So don't go torturing yourself. ;)
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry Nessa - the last thing I want is to make you feel bad. Thank you :)
ReplyDeleteI would argue, Joe, that it is our scars that make us beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI guess there is logic in what you say Suzi. Thanks for the comment :)
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