For Shannon Fisher, a good friend who is truly missed. This represents how I imagined his last moments to be...
When shadows creep, talons piercing deep, time drips slowly and the edges of fear bear sharpness.
When darkness pours, inside the wind's howling roar, forcing me to crawl and hide, disgusted inside.
When the feelings surround, an empty, hollow sound, the wide open abounds, and I breathe sadness.
When the hope-glow flickers, a solitary lingering sliver, a loneliness is triggered, echoing notes of failure;
Here within myself.
1 comment:
Your event was a time for reflection to be sure but not one of judgement. It's good to think back at where you were occasioanlly, but you try to remember who you are and what you've become since then. You're stronger than you think.
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