Everything you can imagine has a limit
Except this feeling of sorrow
A never-ending desert of quicksand
A well without a bottom
A fall without a conclusion
A story that never ends
A line that never moves
A curtain that never falls
An abyss of hopelessness
There are no borders to contain this sorrow
No end to the hurt I feel
No way to measure the count of tears
No divisible number to count,
The shards of a broken heart
The fractures of a shattered life.
5 comments:
Beautiful...absolutely beautiful
masterfully articulated. sorrow is a destructive foe. hope things look up for you soon.
Dude, this depressive stuff has to end... life is too short, the glass is half full.
Yeah, I can't believe I just said that, the glass if half empty.
It hits home right now. Words are a powerful expression and you have a beautiful way of putting feelings into context.
The grass will grow if treated properly and I hope you see green soon.
:hug:
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