8 September 2012
Originally written eleven years ago today:
A wound so deep has opened within my soul. Tormenting me while I sleep, and waking me into a world so cold.
Something's missing every morning, as each new morning brings despair. Something taken without warning, something precious no longer there.
I remember when you held me, I remember when you spoke softly to calm my dreams. I remember when I expelled you, now no end to your exile it seems.
How I long for you to tell me, that I'm not a failure in your eyes. How I long to see the compassion, you always gave me hadn't died.
A wound so deep has opened within my heart. No chance to rebuild the bridges, that I had torn apart.
I miss you mum.
The Wound • Opuss № I