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things that are misty are certainly never clear
the mind is clouded with ’something’ she fears
that ’something’ will suffice one day
and then all her pain will go away.
in the meantime she sits and thinks
takes herself a little drink, it takes away what she thinks,
she then unscrews the bottle of the pills
takes a handful to her mouth, and swallows.
next day she wakes in a strange place
though things are clouded in her mind
she vaguely remembers what she did
that ’something’ has not surfaced in her mind
written by JMD
*I can recall not long ago that I read about a women who tried to take her own life, so hence I wrote the words above.
I like this reading it made me think of my mum, she use to write short stories and poems when I was a child.
ReplyDeleteThat is neat! A sad tale though.You,ve captured her mood well.
ReplyDeleteA lot of sadness ...loneliness ...out in the world....
ReplyDeleteKind regards,
Hello Jo-Anne,
ReplyDeleteLovely memories then for you of your mum. I write or think of many things like I wrote here. I don't always write them down unfortunately.
Hello Dianne,
ReplyDeleteThank you...I have seen a lot in my life as a professional person in the field I was trained, so I expect I have seen many things first hand, so to speak. Then haven't most of us seen many things.
Hello Lizzie,
ReplyDeleteYou are not wrong in your comment. I believe no one really knows how sad and lonely some people are, and so many of them have no one to turn to, or don't know how to.