Gunnar's Silent Sunday I: Harried and/or Horrified Harriet

Wild Faith

 

Despite my weariness, there is still something in me that refuses to be molded

That refuses to die

That refuses to conform to what others think I should be

 

I'm no longer young

I was never beautiful

But damn it all, I'm me

 

Still

And in spite of your worst efforts

To hell with anyone who thinks I should not be allowed

 

To be

 

~Faith~

 

Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld

 

Faycin's Silent Sunday I

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Miles to Go Before I Sleep

Photo found here.

I have to get to a place where I know he can’t invade my dreams.
He came to me promising his love.

He brought me only madness.

I gave him everything, and he took it all.

Physically speaking, I can get away from him anywhere.

He doesn’t know me in life.

He doesn’t know where I live.

But every time I sleep, he comes to me.

Liar, liar, dirty, filthy liar.

He destroyed my ability to find love in life, because for the past twenty-seven years, I have loved only him.

If I go to another plane, to another dimension, I will have the upper hand at last.

The pills will facilitate my journey.

With my body out of the way, no more can he disturb my rest.

Each pill represents a mile.

I still have a few miles to go before I sleep.

Miles to go before I sleep.

~Faye~

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Cross-posted to:

Crazy Town in Looney Land

Poetry of the Netherworld

Undead in the Netherworld