‘No-one seems to understand’ You say while tracing the lines on the palm of your hand. ‘No-one gets to see the pain, That plagues me every single day’ The struggle is invisible, It goes beyond anything you could class as clinical, It’s like staring down the barrel of a gun and wondering ‘is this fixable’.…
So I’m thinking of writing a book based upon the concept of death and the mysteries and experiences that surround it. Using the foundation of my philosophical writings I am trying to depict the journey of a man who passes over. Here’s what I have so far: (criticisms, advice and comments would be much appreciated)…
I lay here in this hospital bed, heartsick; no not heartsick: heartless. There are so many words in the English dictionary with such limited definition. You want to explain how you feel but no words seem to depict the depth of emotion that you hold. All you can do is paint distorted pictures with those…
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