I tell him my fears,
my dreams, my days,
my concerns and more.
He helps remove the stress
that causes the anxiety
that induces the panic attacks
which leaves me a total wreck
for not hours but days at a time.
But when I want time alone
he doesn’t know when it’s time
to leave me and let me be alone,
he just won’t go away.
He stares over my shoulder
and creeps up behind me
to creep the hell out of me,
making me cringe from the paranoia. He leaves me wondering
if it is worth it
to keep him around,
but when he turns to leave,
when I convince him its time,
the sight that I am greeted with,
the rear of his head bashed in
and his back dripping blood and gore,
reminds me that
my uncle Mick died in 1998.
I'm sorry for your loss, my both grandpas died, if that reliefs you a little bit.
I didn't know it was about it till i read the end, it was unexpected and tragic.
I like the way you expressed your feelings through this. Be well.
Thanks for sharing..Keep it up :D
To be very honest, cutting the manners part, I don't feel sorry people's death, they are just never ours if we think deep about it. They are never ours, they belong to the place where they are, they are God's and he's having them all. You just can't be sorry for the nature and happening of it. Any ways I appreciate you wrote your feelings about him, and everything you are experiencing. LOSS, no loss is greater than the loss of your own self. Keep yourself strong my friend, strong not cold hearted. Keep writing and keep sharing. .
I'm sorry for your loss, my both grandpas died, if that reliefs you a little bit.
I didn't know it was about it till i read the end, it was unexpected and tragic.
I like the way you expressed your feelings through this. Be well.
Thanks for sharing..Keep it up :D
This was definitely a shock. Reading your tags gave away the twist that he might not actually be there, but the image you used to pull it off was grotesque, and I'd even say frightening. You are always an interesting read.
Alright I was NOT expecting that ending, the beginning of the poem was sweet, the middle was a bit...uncomfortable, and the end was tragic. Pulled out all the emotions in me. Good write!
I climb inside my mind through the windows to the soul that I sold for a kiss in the fourth grade.
I write about the adventures I have in my schizophrenic mind and the scars that my past has left. .. more..