TORN TO A SHRED

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Submitted Date 03/05/2022
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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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  • Jackie Hemingway 1 week, 6 days ago

    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.

    • Lillian Shaw 1 week, 5 days ago

      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