Teetering on the edge
Of possibilities
They pulled me back.
Peremptorily. Sagely.
Masking the accusation
That leaked edgeways
From their words.
Words dripping
Saccharine sweet.
They called me
To Opportunities.
Them. Who called
Me. To talk.
It’s nothing, they said.
That edge you say you’re on?
It’s merely an illusion.
It’s only in your head.
See?
Just a nonsensical illusion
Fed by… maybe a sense of
Self-pity?
This, with that
Smug, satisfied air
Of The One Who Knows It All.
We know, they said.
We know just how it is.
Do you?
I screamed.
Albeit silently.
I did not
Want to worry them.
Because, you see,
Self-preservation includes
Making oneself as
Invisible as possible.
You do not need
Their attention.
Their Incomprehensible,
Sometimes Insufferable
Sympathy.
Empathy is rarer
Than that pink, well cut diamond.
Should you find one.
I hope, I tell myself,
(as motivation)
You’ll recognise it
Keep it, even if you
Pay with all the
Pain you’ll feel..
That you share
When you share
If you do.
Would it help?
Maybe. Maybe.
That’s the voyage
You’ll never embark on
Maybe.
But just stand on
The Sands of Time
Look out at the
Billowing waves.
Wondering how long
Before you
Give in and
Drown.
Quite, quite drown.
Remembering, of course
To leave behind
The words. The instruction
For this epitaph.
She tried.
She really did.
7 February, 2017
February 8, 2017 at 1:41 pm
Plumbing the depths of despair
Is something one just cannot share
Sympathy is just lip-service
Doing real empathy a dis-service
Only epitaphs lay souls bare!
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February 8, 2018 at 8:53 am
Gul ❤❤❤❤
Thank you for being here. Hugs and much love, even if this comes a year later 🙂
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