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[Mar. 6th, 2003|10:04 am]
dead child
angry tired ovewhelmed
with the fiear inside my soul
alone with the lights of
trembling with fear
dragging one more breath in
on the cigerette that i loathe
before i close my eyes and whisper
goodnight to all the sleeping children in my mind
fading in the dark hell of oblivion
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[User Picture]From: you_so_distant
2003-05-05 09:32 am (UTC)

comeonlittleone

jess.
i'm here.
please write.
freedom_in_christ@boxfrog.com

i love you and miss you.
and travis told me that your left michael.
i want to know how your heart is doing.
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From: (Anonymous)
2003-09-03 10:38 am (UTC)
Your poem is beautiful and is one that I can relate to very well as it is a sign of your healing, a process where there a few guidelines or paths to follow other than what feels best for you to help your grieving. I recently lost my 18-year old son in a car accident and am bleeding inside from this loss. Life is all different now! There is a new search for meaning and purpose. Those of us that are in this club need to help one another. I wish you peace for your soul.
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