Lingering Memory

Where is there hope, in this world…? A life of constant, bitter reminders…That this isn’t for me…that hope is just a lingering whisper in the mind…unattainable, unreachable…
…why does this happen to me?
What, or who…am I waiting for?
Where do I go from here…?



Loneliness is far reaching, an entity that tickles the mind with strangling tentacles of despair marred with brief patches of hysteria.  Tears are laced with a bitter acid…a corrosion of the heart and searing of the soul that forms scarred, twisted tissue as would tiny, white-hot brands. The feeling of nothingness is overwhelming, at times…shoved away now and again in the desperation to feel…something.  Anything.  To live, what little left there is to live…to feel so broken, so empty…Is that all there is to life…?  A constant ache to be left with constant disappointments…Not in others, but…in oneself?  

Where am I going?



Dear Diary…
              I lost someone close to me today…
                       What do I do with the pieces left over?
                                              How do I deal with the loss?
I don’t understand why they all leave…Do you think I’m meant to be alone?



One grieving soul in a world alit with millions of others.  A singular cloud on a glorious day.  A lonely shadow shoved beneath the hot rays of the sun.  
…What would you be willing to do to become part of the light?



I’m sad, my love…
So, so sad…

What has become of me…?