How do I describe to someone what I have lost
Everything…..
Well not everything
The shell of me still speaks
And the pain inside the shell
Swells
Cries like a baby
howls like a wounded animal
Is this a self
Or the remains of a holocaust
Echoes of the old me s
Flitting around like ghosts
Afraid to die
Because am already dead
And don’t want to die another time.
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Ahhh! Was meant to put this in poetry and art. What section am I in? Pain is making me crazy. Tish