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TORN TO A SHRED
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As I lay in bed
Burdened by the dread
If I had another chance, I know I would have fled
Now I'm sewn together with nothing but thread
Now I feel as empty as the day that I was bled
The thoughts swirl inside my head
The pillow covered in tears I've shed
I try to take a stance, I try to look ahead
The feeling in my gut, screams that I'm half dead
As I look down at my body, torn to a shred.
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Lillian, when I teach writing, I tell aspiring writers the two most important words in writing… be succinct! My dear, you encapsulate this idea totally and completely. Telling your stories in the most minimal manner, I congratulate you on this. By the way, the photo looks like Ogunquit beach. Any chance that is true? Lived in Wells for many a year.
Jackie, Thank you so much! I really appreciate the compliments. I'm honored to have succeeded at what you requested of your writers. I went to Ogunquit with my husband this year, and I cannot recall if this picture was from there or one I had gotten from the free photograph website I use. It very well could be an Ogunquit photograph, but if it isn't mine I don't want to take credit for it by mistake. Thank you again, Lilly