MOMENTS
I have no sense of the everyday:
the minutes melt one into another,
and so slowly do my hours pass quickly by.
I measure time with each agonizing decline,
and one other part of me that dies…
there are no new beginnings, only sudden ends,
one last breath and it is magically done….
again
Mar 23, 2016
MOMENTS
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And you have typed this all by yourself
shows you have rested well
on the road of recovery hopefully
many times it happens to us
equally but slowly
Joe
You've captured vividly not only your case, but of many's who can't tell how they feel when illness controls.
You're just doing well.
Hi Joe
Your feelings captured vividly in the verses which is your strength...
Be well..warm regards,
beauty in the dusk...or dawn
gritty and real
thank U~!
Mr Esker!