Quietly I ache to a reality I’ll never wake.
Though the glimmers of such soothes me,
it is never enough to quell this heartache.
Quietly I ache,
to conceal wounds, I truly cannot.
Though it was a natural forethought.
Quietly I ache,
tormenting aches of these wounds deep within,
invisible, like a lingering ghost, are eerie.
This is so sad. I feel this Daniel.
It speaks volumes to what I’m feeling now
The words create a heaviness in this piece. Well said but filled with so much sorrow. Be well my friend.
Powerfully penned, Daniel. Can feel the sorrow and depth of this piece my friend. Great spill. Appreciate you.
Damian
The repeated phrases make such a punctuation point in this aching piece.
I think the idea of death is both scary and peaceful to me. To finally have that moment of nothing sounds good. But nothing also is terrifying as it is unknown. What is after nothing? But yeah, peace one day.