Sore Winding Road
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HIRE THIS WRITER
Do the birds still chirp and the trees still chatter?
Their sounds once knocked upon my door,
But now I hear nothing like before.
Thuds and thumps and shrills and stumps,
Cover my walls in heavy clumps.
Yet feelings and sounds once held so dear,
Fall silently and quietly on one deaf ear.
Life is ever growing but does it still matter?
Blessings, waitings and pleasures anew,
They withered and faded as I grew.
Stresses and gnashes, sadness and pain,
I wonder why they still remain.
Lovings and huggings now seeming so rare,
What could replace them except despair?
Is death really dusty and filled with such clatter?
Horrors, nightmares, fears under my bed,
It always left me brimming with dread.
Dances and trances, all totaled romances,
I’d miss every one of those untaken chances.
With tremors of terrors not actively fed,
Perhaps it is true I’m better of dead.
Could it be so that light gets no brighter?
Squinting and shielding eyes nevermore,
A glow seeps through the cracks in my door.
No aching, no breaking, no hurting again,
A sweet distant sound cuts through my thick skin.
I would never imagine such troubling sore,
Would lead me to chatters and chirping once more.
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This speaks clearly to my own life and experience. typos aside, You hit the nail on the head... good job
Wow this is a super powerful piece. My heart hurt for the MC. I have been in places where I too wondered if I might be better off dead. (You had a typo on that line of instead of off) I really enjoyed this POV. The last stanza could be read two ways. One could be that the MC did cut themselves literally and are now seeing the light that many near-death survivors have experienced. Or the reader could see the light as God breaking away at the walls we put up to protect ourselves, yet somehow hurt us more than we could imagine. This is a thought-provoking powerful cry for help. I have no doubt that God has heard your cries but I too have heard the cries of the MC and said a prayer. I know what a horrible place that depression can take us to. God bless.
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