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There was an old blind woman who owned a farm. Her husband had been sick for years and he eventually died. She cried for days and decided to chop off his finger to keep as a memento.
I woke up and had the worst headache ever. I groaned and went to the bathroom to take my medication for my burns and some for my head. I gulped them down and looked in the mirror.
So she walked that weary road again, kept looking both left and right. She knew it was here, it had to be, it was where they lay that night. He held her hand, spoke so gently,tenderly and kind.
I'm really disappointed in myself as I thought I was improving. I hadn't had a nightmare about anything to do with my parents in about 4 weeks. This had nothing to do with my parent's actual death.
I looked at him, stunned at what he just said. A tear escaped my eye. "How did this happen?" I asked.
On the Window I draw my heart, the place where you belong, I watch as it cries, it weeps for you and sings a mournful song. Tis many years since you sang for me and my smile shone in your eyes.
The tears poured off her eyelids; slid down her cheeks; fell to the floor. Slowly she sank to the ground, trembling slightly. Her breath came in deep sobs, wracking her chest.
Kneeling, keening softly, pleas In her own Gethsemane Tucked away, hardly seen In streets so tough and cold and mean, A little plot in St. Mary's lap.
The noise of cars, it had always given me a sense of, of, calm. It had anyway. Until that awful day. The crash had taken everything from me. My father. Mother. Brother. And my mothers unborn baby.
Walking up to this old familiar place, Frozen time in my memory, and slow in my pace I open the door and ascend the stairs, Feeling the weight of unwanted cares He appears from his bedroom, but...
I've never written you down I carry you in my head For you were never born A part of me now dead What hurt the most Was that you were no 4 People would ask me What did you do that for.
I cannot explain, in simple terms what I witnessed that summer's day my mother's life had left the room, genuflected, then slipped away When she died, the light escaped, in a soft whoosh in space...
Red ink, Or maybe pink. Convincing myself it's not blood, But more likely red mud, It could be paint. No.
The ground absorbs the tears so red Feed and help grow the flower bed Of where I wish to be right now How my mother would stand and frown.
I have this feeling. In my heart. But I don't. Know where to start. The need is great. I must confess. I just don't know. How to express. It fills my heart. With so much fear. I'm crying inside.
I find myself forgetting. And pushing you to the back of my mind. In the deep dark crevices which are so hard to find. Then as i laugh or swim in the sun. I suddenly remember how we had so much fun.
#household challenge A slap of the face, a slam of the door A smash of a glass,she can't take any more Sobbing on the stairs, her heart truly broken The door opens, his words softly spoken ...
Can you do it. Can you really look me in the eyes and say those words, the ones that would break me. Can you, my closest friend, do that to me.
The tears, they fall so fast, As I sit here next to you, You lay there, eyes so still, Please tell me what to do.
Just one more for the #twistedopuss. Like a sheath it drapes over her skin. Softly reminding him of the delights within. The finest silk,the colour of gold. Every inch , every contour, every fold.
#twistedopuss The wind howls through the graveyard, ruining precious gifts left on the resting places of loved ones. A hunched elderly man and a young woman sit by an overgrown, unmarked plot.
Why you, why do you have to be ill. Don't dare talk to me of your last Will. How I am I supposed to live. When you have no more to give. What's wrong with you. Why lie to me like you do.
She said it was entirely my fault. I don’t see how do you. I guess you probably wouldn’t say even if you could. She said if it wasn’t for me it wouldn’t have happened at all. No sympathy at all.
I wish I could ease your pain. I wish I could be there for you. I wish that he hadn't had died I wish that he had reached out. I wish you had known what he was thinking.