I stand Lost as my pen

      A day of a year ago..

   

      I heard the noises – relentless whispers and I feel the urge to run. Or jump, yet I feel it like the cold waves  washing my toes in st A. I fight my frayed bitten thoughts. It leads me so deep into a rabbits hole that leads me to a cliff. You cant see it unless you jump it.

Its Melodic thrills tells me it’s over for me and my tauntless thoughts beckons me .

Non Isn’t it scary till it’s real?The feeling of knowing no matter
how hard it gets you can stop
your own pain and relinquish
nothing.

I sit watching her beside me
in her best threads, yet her
face is painted in melancholy.

“This world is to full of too much snow and no sun, can you see it?” She whispers to me. “Don’t you wanna be near the sun?”I stood vague in my express, for I was holding a candle at the very end of a cliff. “Don’t you?”She screamed.“No I can see it from from here, Though I know you only see clouds.”A minute of my eyes lost in her eyes how I felt like a lost eternity of pain. I mean what’s a sec to such a long languished time in emotional standstill?
“Such shit. And you call yourself a writer?” She wept.

 

I couldn’t rebuttal that, I was
scheduled
a very untalented human since
I became me. If it was anyone
jumping should be me et my
books of woes.
“Critics say I am more shit
than a dwarf in the woods of some
stupid tale that’s more famous
than all of us.”
She laughed as a mouse stealing all the cheese at the dinners table, without you knowing. Though her years fell before her eyes. “I can’t heal you but I will tell you one thing, jumping will be worst that this life and one thousand more.”Her silence and her homeless heart locked away, holding back her tears. And I reached out to her small dull  shaken hands and teary eyed self. She reached to my hands and my heart knew that if I could save her, I have done it all. Her hands brushed mine and she gave me smile so full of sun, yet why was she so full of night.

 

“Goodbye my friend.”

And she was as swift as Mr Fox fetching himself a rabbit. My eyes filled to its brim of hope
leaving-

And my Heart so warned of with some feeling of empty, then I screamed , you cannot. You cannot do it, you must not, how can you, you cannot, but you are filled with sun. I saw it. I felt it,” I then whispered.     And my dearest you, I was a sorry of a  writer for not saving her.      “Some of us were born to love, live, loose et find love again, but others just cannot find themselves a life vest to carry them through their own tears.”My dear readers, I wish for those sad hearts and wandering minds as such to be saved, as I couldn’t save her.          Your writer,     R Kate Shaikh     (#suicideprevention)The national suicidal prevention hotline:

1.800.273.8255

 

Iris; Goo goo dolls

   “ And I don’t want the world to see me because I don’t think they’ll understand, when  everything’s meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am.”
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Published on May 05, 2023 20:30
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