My film slithered weakly.
Connection rid me of my film.
Confession leaks through film under film
The challenge of telling my friend
how will to live left me.
The wall stole my breath.
It was a surrender.
But I’m no better.
Depression, Failure, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, recovery, Resistance, Spirituality, Take Me To The Hospital
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#1 by nordicfreya on May 3, 2011 - 2:55 am
Ouch. Tough one, simple, to the point. I know this place too.
#2 by Carl on May 3, 2011 - 9:48 pm
Thank you for your comment.
#3 by pattisj on May 3, 2011 - 8:02 pm
I hope you have a friend, a true friend, who you could tell about losing the will to live. How many don’t, or can’t? So sad.
#4 by Carl on May 3, 2011 - 9:49 pm
Yes, this kind of friend is a true miracle.
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