Hitting Me

Like a bolder, it hits me.
Like a dagger, it splits me.
I now trust no one with knowledge of my trials.
I know this end sure beats being in denial
But I cannot help but think
To disappear for a while.
My lungs are gasping for my past comforts.
Distorted are my guts, and they’re spinning in the bile.
My mind is taking a toll on my efforts
And crying I am with a whimper that hurts.
I handle things well
Enough for my sanity
But in this moment’s time
I wish I had more vanity.

~ by The Skies Serene on August 25, 2010.

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