my head hurts from crying
I am so sick of trying so hard.
I feel like everything just washes
down the drain, slips out from my fingers
before I can get a proper hold.
When does it get better?
Does it, does it really?
Or do you just get used to it,
like everything else
The throbbing bleeds into the
background noise.
So far, it has only really
gotten worse, so forgive me
if I find it a little hard to believe
that it gets better.
About the Creator
Molly H.
my notes and reflections on life and lived experience
Field of the Fallen
Sunlight danced softly across the frost-crusted fields, making the little blades of grass sparkle like emeralds. The faraway chirrup of a songbird was the only disruption to the quiet of the morning. An icy chill, the last vestige of the dying winter, clung to the air, settling in a thick white mist at the far side of the open field. The heavy stench of decay hung in that mist, punctuation by the sharp tang of freshly spilled blood.
By A. J. Schoenfeld7 days ago in Fiction
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