don't have words
weird for a writer
it's my currency
how do I distill
aching anger
piercing pain
silent sadness
black bleakness
*
wishing for something
positive
hoping for something
upbeat
but life
its fickleness
disease, suffering
always, anything
pushes me down
*
the words I have
full of venom and rage
at everything
and nothing
won't change
the inevitable
*
happiness will return
sure it will
fun and joy too
but now
sadness reigns
for now
our world is dark
*
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Author's Notes: Processing some stuff. Heard some bad news.
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Comments (10)
I'm so sorry about the bad news. I hope there was some way I could cheer you up. Sending you lots of love and hugs 🥺❤️
I'm sorry mate. It's rubbish, it really is.
Sorry to hear you’re dealing with the pain of bad news! This is such a sincere outpouring of turmoil
That's very true here. They say it might rain today. The skies are preparing for it.
No better place to express it than here. Hope things brighten for you soon.
Hey buddy, good to read something from you again… sorry to hear of the bad news though .. I hope everything works out alright if at all possible! Sorry I’ve been so distant. Best!
Just let them take root. The ugliest roots, sometimes, grow the most beautiful flowers. But it takes some patience.
Oh i hope everything is okay. “The world is dark.” My husband got news of a friend that feels this way too.
The words to make the pain go away or to describe it? An uncle of mine once wrote of his mother, “I never remember you ever doing anything deliberately cruel.” He used the absence of cruelty to describe her, because words like nice or kind were inadequate to describe her. In this poem you use words to express feelings, since that’s all we really have sometimes to confront changing fortunes. But there is something more beating quietly that resists explanation. Sometimes the only way to express it is to write about what it is not.
Best get it out of your system here, I think. And you always have the words. No worries there.