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His hurt, pain, and depression did not go away. It is transferred to me.

Maybe this is a law of conservation, but not one of physics.

I knew he struggled over missing familial bonds and friends who left early.

Now I feel as he did, wondering why things are and why others are not to be.


Staying up all hours reflecting where things went wrong,

Or why I am so broken.

Staring at a device which connects the world,

But no one is on the other side.

No one listening.


Talking to myself;


Accusations fly

While tears stream into the river, Styx.


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One Comment

  1. Sherry Castleberry

    Listening, Praying….

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