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Knocking Over a Picture
Contributed by
untitled
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Tuesday, 28th August 2007 @ 08:38:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Sometime ago, you left me.
And it didnt hurt as much as I thought.
I cried, my eyes hurt.
But it sunk in, eventually.
I thought it would be like fire.
Burning me,
consuming me.
Agony beyond expression...
But it was more like a weight.
An invisible,
breathible,
but untouchable weight.
You were buried,
and we left for home.
Simple, clean, Humane.
Period.
My life didn't drag on.
It was just one of those things that pass.
I still slept well at night,
with no visions of you dead in your house.
I was right in the head,
doing well in school.
I still eat like a horse.
It was just one of those things that pass
But today
I knocked over a picture of you.
Nothing special, right?
No.
No.
NO.
It hit me.
Again.
and Again.
Burning me,
You were gone
making me crawl all over
you left me
My eyes got puffy and started to pour
Your dead, rotting...
My skin was on fire
I'd never see you again
My blood was thin as water
I didnt get to say goodbye
but it was like boiling lava!!!
and there was nothing i could about it.
I had been working previously a getting tired
but now I was wide awake.
I couldnt think straight, my mind was in ashes
I stomach ached, but felt bloated
It might be just one of those things that pass...
But atleast I know I wont get burned to death,
I think part of me already died.
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Re: Knocking Over a Picture
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by endlesspath on
Tuesday, 28th August 2007 @ 10:43:56 AM AEST
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it takes some longer to have it finally sink in
dont think you are bad, its just we face death differently
some cry all the time
some not as much
some never
it took me a long time to cry for a certain someone
i finally did and i was kinda like OMG what did i do. beat myself up for a bit, but you cant. we dont know ones are taken we just have to except the fact and mourn how we know or feel. sorry for your loss and try knowing they know you cared.
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Re: Knocking Over a Picture
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by ladyfawn on
Wednesday, 29th August 2007 @ 03:30:48 PM AEST
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this is one of the most beautiful poems, truth, honesty, heartfelt excellent expression of feelings, ~its those little things that send us hurtling back~but it is also true that they will always live if kept in our hearts and souls...
hugs n' love nessa
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