Grief.So many thoughtsThey plague my headCan not be forgottenCan not be said.Blocking the clarityThat feeling of 'i just cant breathe'Stressing outThis justCanNotBe.The unfairnessThe injusticeThe senselessness of it allYou were our blessingAnd then you were our fall.The insanityThe franticness in my mindTearing at my lungsBlocking the airA clot entwined.The pain it is to breatheIt could haveShould haveKilled meSo close to deathSo close to youWhy arnt i dead yet?Why cant i be with you?The heartacheThe emptinessTheopengapingwound.It can not be sewn up,It can not be healed,Whi
Forgotten How To breatheHow do you breathe?I hold my breath.Its easier.
The Blue WallIt was 1941, I was wearing a cream working dress, both dress and shoes covered in dirt. I looked down at my tired dirty hands, my wedding ring no longer shiny and new, crammed in a room with my husband crouched over in the corner. I wasn't entirely sure what was going on, we were hiding from something ...Or someone.My husband got up slowly and peered out a small blood and dirt stained window, we were in a deserted class room, desks and papers scattered everywhere, more then half the building was in ruins.Eventually it was safe to leave, we got out of the building somehow without it collapsing on us and entered quickly into a shed behind t
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