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Every time I opened my mouth someone left.
So I guess I just stopped opening my mouth...
Thoughts and stuff
Have you ever wondered if this world is the actual
hell we live in and if we are being tested
by how well we deal?
We are living in a place where pain, suffering,
and then ultimately death are of everyday existence
I understand that perception is everything here
and this world is an illusion generated by our perception
I am not trying to be a downer but the more I live
in this world the more I see it as a nightmare
that some days I just want to wake up from

This is not coming from my religious beliefs and I am
not saying that I am not grateful for everything I do have
Compared to a lot of other people in this world I do not
have it so bad and I know this.  This is coming from
a thought process I have been trying to come to terms with

Is there a bright light at the end of this very dark tunnel?
Of course we all have different journey's to take to get us
to that tunnel but while we are here our paths do cross from
time to time and we all have some of the same pains
sufferings and even death to overcome

My point is this...
We are all living in this hell together
Let's get through this hell together
This thought has become a shining
Ray of light in this dark
Find some comfort in this
and
Perhaps there is hope for us all
If you got through this long read I thank you :)
Our roles changed
when mother became ill.
When she lost her memory
at the ripe old age of 90.

I  Became more adult and she child.
I became caretaker and she recipient.

We both became appreciative for one,
More she of me unlike past.
We both enjoyed the simple things,
like ice cream and music.
walking unaided and warm breeze.
And of course our endearing
smiles
between
two
Grateful souls.
Just thinking about my mom.
and i pray
someday
the pain
behind
your eyes
eases

that peace fades
your scars

and your heart
finds hope

dear friend
i pray someday

you learn
to live
without fighting
yourself
and the fog
lifts

but until then
i pray

here's to hoping
i keep coping
or maybe just sleep
all this away!
seven years since they put me in the mental ward
copyright 1/10/18 b. e. mccomb
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