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Alive. (But just barely.)
I lapse.
Yet another time of
silence
but this time...
I like it.
I need this peace.
A state of mind
(but not my own)
just drifting
neither here
nor there.
Completely unlike
myself,
I feel overcome
with something new.
A whole new nothingness.
I'm alive
(but just barely)
all because
I needed the peace.
And I found it.
Nicole,
A dramatic, heartbreaking write. Did the author of this poem find the peace she so desired because she attempted suicide? That's the impression I received in reading this.
I enjoyed reading this, and look forward to reading more of your works.
(((HUGS))) and love,
karla. :)