We didn't always live in the big city. It is nice but I rather spend my time in the past. When memories were real. My imagination so full, I gave birth to new life. Imaginary friends and more. The grass was definitely greener. But its scary now. Unbearable in fact.
My life is like a landmine, each step I take it's dangerous. Should I avoid a mine there is another waiting to terminate my happiness. I thought leaving my first home was tough, becoming blind wasn't even the worst part of my life, in fact, that's almost laughable. It doesn't even scratch the surface. My suffering began when I woke up... Mom never did stop crying. It is not that I don't want to cry, but more like I entered a bleak nightmare and I do not want to wake up. It's chilly. “They are descending dad now.” Mom composes herself long enough to tell me. My heart aches. I ball up my fist. The air is odorless. There is a slight drizzle from above. Each drop that touches my skin opens up a new wound. I look up and open my eyes. I want to scream. This right here, this is the worst part. Its the grudging, unforgivable truth when I wander up to his casket at his eulogy, I couldn't see him. This right here, this is making my heart bleed. “Dad?” I remember calling, Tears rain around me from mom, friends, and loved ones. The weather frightening chilly. *Stay active if you like to find out more about Syble in Six Years Black...*
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorHello all. Archives
All
|