Walking out of pain --
into stress.
Tension, yelling,
HELL.
One I love,
loves me not.
Those who should love me --
Want me dead.
Falling deeper -
deeper into Shadowed Darkness.
Peace swarms around me like warm water
and I feel her comforting arms cradle me.
Someone loves you,
she whispers -
Closing my eyes
I see her beckoning hands and longing eyes.
All of my pain swims peacefully,
quietly away.
All of the tension -- relaxes
All is well now -
I am gone ... forever.
Tuesday, June 22, 1993
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