There Is No Cure


The subtle darkness
of the empty room slowly filled my thoughts
until I felt
as if my soul were a cluttered space
and I was living
wasted breaths hoping
wondering
waiting
for something better and brighter
fill the void
loneliness had created

I deprived myself of sleep
because I hungered
for another tomorrow
to provide my wishes with sustenance
tired of hurting
tired of the pain
tired of believing I was ready
if death had somehow decided to visit me
gently by the night
there had to be something better

The subtle darkness
of the empty room slowly filled my emotions
with fear
until I felt
as if my soul would fall if the sun did not hurry
my legs were growing weaker
hands trembled
my stomach flirted with nervousness
as tears filled with no reason
flowed
freely as if they had escaped from the worst part of my everyday
I am tired of dying
and yet
I have no idea
how to live again
because there is no cure

Lord is your strenght....

You wrote what was me. Your words exactly the moment in my life. Amazing!

There is no cure...I stood there also, dying with no way to be saved. No medicine, no words, no help. I simply just did not die. That pain, that moment that was there to end all hope, end all belief, end all faith, and end my life. It came, the death of me, of my spirit, of my mind, of my heart.

And I stood there with no cure. I just didn't die. All that was there to kill me, it just didn't. It came, I felt it. Yet, there I still stood. Even though there is no cure, I didn't die from the incurable.

Since i didn't die, I ask myself how would I live if there was a cure?

I am tired of dying
and yet
I have no idea
how to live again
because there is no cure

I have no words, but my feelings are with you...

very moveing very moveing

An awesome write...
Dark nights of the soul that stretch on endlessly.
Very moving, indeed.

Excellent write....

Superb Mig!

This is what heartbreak feels like, when I break up with a guy. Your mind goes blank. You just want to find a silver lining. You don't care much for eating or sleeping, yet. You don't want to talk to anyone. We do recover again. It just depends what will make us snap out of it next time.

a little sigh,felt the write.thankyou

I feel you on this one Mig...

The cure is sometimes writing! The emotions we put down on paper are the things we can't express but it makes us stronger!

Let me say thanks to everyone . . . your comments are appreciated. Hopefully my writings find a place in someone's life. And kc2372, let me say that I was touched by your comment.