Descent

I ran,
dropped the bag in your hands
for sweeping our mess into.

Pieces of me, you
and the whole picture
torn from its frame
crushed upon carpet
until dust toward the air
you inhaled five years more.

I just followed along,
endless miles away on
post-traumatic dirt roads
of unnecessary losses;

those first baby steps
on a treacherous path
of darkest illusions
and disastrous choices
demanded by the heart
from its eternal void.

He saw it too, the torment.
It mattered little, if at all,
driven by his own event,
yet suggested that we heal
each other but instead
dropped upon so much more
and departed through the door
of my feverish descent.

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[Ladysue]

Rach, this is written with a tremendous amount of strength and feelings. love these lines.....

on a treacherous path
of darkest illusions
and disastrous choices
demanded by the heart
from its eternal void.

He saw it too, the torment.
It mattered little, if at all,
driven by his own event,

A brilliant write on the topic!!!!

[Gossamerwings36]

Wow, very much in feeling.