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Dec 2014
It's all very tough to digest. Actually, I haven't even began to realize what has happened yet.

How did I get here?

And, most importantly - where do I go from here?

The pain is temporary. It's fleeting & fickle like the moments themselves. The memory, though. The memory is a *******.

I'm sitting here, sipping on an overpriced energy drink. Inhaling all of the nicotine that I could inhale before reality settles in. A reality, so heavy and daunting. Like the sound of army boots stepping on abandoned cobblestones.

Like slipping into a vast space of sorrow & heartbreak.

The pain is inconsistent. I wish it was painful, because that is the only way I could actually begin to feel.
Written by
Rasha Omer
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