Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by FoundAndLost1, Oct 19, 2006.

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  1. Is it a sin
    to keep falling,
    and then
    become so weary
    as to not get up again
    with no way out,
    no guide, no map
    For self-recrimination
    is the hungriest beast,
    hardest demon to tame,
    never letting itself be named
    and always eating away
    from the inside out;
    devouring the love
    and sense of self
    In endless hours
    of the same,
    and inescapable, relentless pain,
    repeating the sound of shame
    and disdain
    that defeated courage
    could not meet,
    was not true ~
    It has abandoned you

  2. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    You know me very well - it's what I feel exactly:sad: - to a word! Sad, of course, but so true and so beautifully written.:smile: :smile:


  3. Help...

  4. theleastofthese

    theleastofthese SF Friend Staff Alumni

    Tell me what I can do to help you and I will.:smile:


  5. Blank with Empty

    Blank with Empty Well-Known Member

    That really hit me in the soul of who I am. msg me or something Those words felt like my skin. Keep writing poems I really enjoyed this one
  6. To Least & Blank;

    There are times I'm blown away by what is written here - it's like someone has looked into my very soul --- Nothing seems "fixed", but rather it has been acknowledged. And that is its own worth, when someone has looked at your pain, when someone identifies with it as their own. Yes... it very much feels like someone is living in your own skin - it makes us kin - even in this sad place. Thank you for your comments...

    As for my plea for help (!) - I can ask no more than what I've just written. No one can fix my past and how I've lost the ability to cope. But I have witnesses through my words. But God, I get so sad, so lost - when God puts me on "hold" (...it's like He's kept up with all the latest dastardly technology, even in matters of the spirit) this place is my small sanctuary...

    TGIF - made it through another week, panic attacks and sad poetry aside.
    Thanks you guys..

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