Type
Write the pain the away.
Type type type.
Type it all away.
Type till it stops.
Type till it doesn’t hurt anymore.
Let the words flow like blood as I swallow my tears.
Type till it makes it okay.
My words are my own prescription for my own mute agony.
Too useless to fight, too ugly to run, too stupid to stand up.
Type type type.
Type so loud to drown out my own quiet weakness.
Turn the other cheek and type.
I swallow my voice, so that I can write it in a roar.
Excuses aplenty, reasons to the wind, type it as it flows.
Type, write, die, and fight.
Swallow, type, live.
Write the pain away.
It doesn’t make it better, but it at least makes it okay.
Submitted: November 14, 2018
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Comments
Writing is certainly one way to cope. Nice work. :)
Wed, November 14th, 2018 6:52pmThere's nothing quite like it in helping to cope. Well done.
Wed, November 14th, 2018 8:21pmFacebook Comments
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A. L. Culverhouse
I couldn't agree more.
Wed, November 14th, 2018 6:39pmAuthor
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:) Thank you
Wed, November 14th, 2018 11:01am