Fading out.
Dead inside.
Driving in winter bleak
Passing through ghosts
Roads of silver ice
To take my life this night.
Dwellings draped in colour
Fire red
Cold blue
Cool white
Ladders upright
Against chimney flue
Burning lies for the fat man.
Decorations to pull us into what?
Where are we to go to obtain a feeling?
An emotion
A state of mind
For christ, the child.
Plastic trees leave me choking
Merry Materials
Seeking that which is not
Our eyes glistening for one day
Imitating the year before.
There will be a dull sound
Some old Christmas tune
Playing through a glass of alcohol,
We will try our best to find it
But it will just be a memory of a memory.
I'm fading out now
Nearly gone.
What will remain?
Hopefully nothing.
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Hello Gerard...
This is heartbreaking...
I thought you were a fighter...
I thought you stood strong...
The enemy wants you to give in...
They want you to feel defeated...
Are you seriously going to give in?
I know it gets hard sometimes...
We are right to hold the blame...
It's our right to learn from our mistakes...
Shake it off...
We can begin again...
We have one more shot...
I know we can do this...
We have to put on our full armor...
You're not alone...
We need you Gerard...
We have each other to lean on...
Can we count you in?
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
Thank you sparrowsong for your words of encouragement, I am feeling sad, its difficult to be a human knowing what humans do, its difficult to sit in my warm home while others go hungry and cold.
It is madness to accept this existence as what we see, all i seem to do is pray and yet im still sad at the end of each day.
What is to become of us?
Love and light to you sparrowsong and a happy Christmas xx
Hang tough, easier said than done, I know. Been down this road myself.
Sad ✍️
JP
It's up and down for sure, the problem is how I deal with it, I dissappear, become disassociated with the world, my wife and daughter hug an empty vase every day, never knowing.
Hi Gerard,
these feelings are akin to grief, just know these feelings will pass, it might not be today but they will
great write by the way
Lorna x
My grief will remain until the world comes to an end.
The plus side to feeling the way you do is very good writing. At least you can take comfort in that Gerard. It takes a strong emotion or inebriation to promt me to write. This is also a relatable piece.
-Syd
Through suffering comes energy.
Thanks for the kind words Syd.
God I love this...really...I love your comments too as I relate...deeply. Once the illusion is torn there really is no way back is there ...life becoming unbearable in its sheer savagery and humankind grotesque in so many ways...the suffering of others unbearable to watch and feel and ultimately...pointless anyway...and for whose pleasure I often wonder....Great write x
For who's pleasure indeed, some intergalactic species perhaps, using us to mine precious metals to power there vast alien cities.
Just an idea
Thanks for the comment Marion x