Psycho-Babble Writing Thread 729749

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Writing

Posted by muffled on February 4, 2007, at 19:05:44

I am going to try words.
To make me understand.
The way that I feel.
I feel pain in my soul.
I feel theres intrusion in me.
And it touches me and make me feel bad.
And I feel sick.
And very very frightened.
And the totality of it all means,
That that which was once mine,
Was taken away.
And I thot I could never get it back.
But now I think maybe I can.
And so that’s a good thing.
There’s a part of me that exudes such a stench.
I am hoping it’s the stench of death from the dead ones.
As they rot away.
And then maybe they won’t stink so much after awhile.
There is also rage, black bile, oozing from my pores.
A violence within that’s horrific.
Vomit.
And loss.
Loss of a light that could have shone bright,
But guttered in the storm,
And never shone the same ever again.
So blind existence in semidarkness ensued.
And it was too dark to achieve.
Too dark to understand.
It was enough to survive at all.

Re: Writing » muffled

Posted by sleepygirl on February 4, 2007, at 23:00:09

In reply to Writing, posted by muffled on February 4, 2007, at 19:05:44

yeah...surviving is an accomplishment
it really, really is
like pulling yourself up from a precipice
I don't know your experience, but "surviving" strikes a chord with me

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