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More Inspiring Ruminations on the Finality of the Death of yOur Chylde
self-loathing -
such a quaint idea(r )
self-loathing -
I have it right 'ere,
daily thunder shudders
the head splits skull
sears the eyes, crushes the throat,
renews horrors
of your dead child
over&over&over just as sure
as there must be this many tears on earth
back then, here now.....and what? for-ever?
no cure for death no cure.......... ( just
fantasies of
bloody 'closure' )
just goodbye goodbye goodbye beloved
as now might as well be ever'more
yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyooooooooooo
2018dkzkHorridPooms&OthersuchPretentiousBullshit
Published 27th Jul 2018
Author's Note
It's fake. Just a show. A real put-on. A circus. An amusement.
"The Play's The Thing"..."The Show Must Go On".....&on&on&on
"The Play's The Thing"..."The Show Must Go On".....&on&on&on
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28th Jul 2018 00:14am
the grief, the horror,
and the self loathing
over the death of
one's daughter, mate
I'm not knowing
but I'm feeling you ..
and the self loathing
over the death of
one's daughter, mate
I'm not knowing
but I'm feeling you ..
28th Jul 2018 10:01pm
28th Jul 2018 00:47am
She hadn't left yet, Danny. Her Spirit was waiting in that room for you to arrive. You told her goodbye; she loved you infinitely.
28th Jul 2018 9:59pm
Anonymous
28th Jul 2018 12:02pm
Saying goodbye is never easy. No one wants to move on without their loved ones. But sometimes it is necessary to grow in their absence before meeting them again.
28th Jul 2018 10:29pm
