suicide is an animal,
growling. irrationally snarling
back at you,
on hollow days. agitated,
hungry to
extinguish the pain,
clawing at the surface
soil, looking
for flesh laid bare.
the raw memories you can’t
quite see or hold. the fear
you buried deep,
the coldness of past pain.
the silence that your
soul remembers sleeping,
dreaming inside
a life, before the light
went out.
©kbain19.
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Meaningful words , beautifully stated.
I read this twice, how very true – those dark times when you feel that there is no hope. I do hope you are keeping well, I don’t often see your work, as I used to, I miss it. Take care.
An ugly animal.
Thanks for bringing this subject to one’s awareness.
I love how you write, Karen. Poignant words.