this is the end, I fearit's not you, my dearI can't clean out the mess up hereeverything remainsremains the sameI'm sick, derangeda weakened chainyou don't need my painor my complaintswhile I collapse and circle the drainthis is the end, I fearlet me be clearI'm too far goneto reel back heremy stone shoulders can't be raised… Continue reading
Tag: grief
have you ever been on the shore of a beachand noticed amongst the sandamongst the seashellsthe remains of a hermit crab?the shell still comes from the seabut I don't think we classify it as a seashellas those seem to be reserved for that of a clam or musselspeaking of musselmy muscles are weak these daysI… Continue reading
