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Wednesdays lost
Wednesdays Lost As “The” day draws nearer Spirits sink lower Fears rise, higher. Not completely sure why, It’s as if we expect something…or “That” to happen again… Anything worse…is impossible! Still so unbelievable _ surreal almost. Two months short of a year And we continue to struggle to grasp the fact_ You’re gone! How do you go about planning an Angel Day…? When you can’t believe… Yet reg...
Friday 22nd September 2017 7:24 pm
Helpless Still
Six months, ten days have passed Yet nothing has changed
Time has not started since that April day…
Sadness remains Tears constant
Helpless still…
Days remind me of a rollercoaster ride Not one you enjoy…
But the dreaded kind… Where every uncertain second So unkind
One day bearable… The next, a bottomless pit…
Falling, Anger overwhelming Emptiness always …
Helpless still
...Sunday 10th September 2017 11:51 am
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