Misery…#15

Memories emerge from the darkness of the night becoming one with my soul like the rivers that flow into the sea. These hours before dawn are like a cold rain pounding into my heart.  Grief lifts for a moment, then returns to consume my spirit, assaulting my senses.  With the depths of my courage wounded, I am rising and falling in a sea of sorrow.  my life filled with more grief than most can bear.  I search of a miracle, hope merges with despair, is my destiny to lose all that I have ever loved.  It is the hard cold hour I want to depart this misery.   

Love and Peace

 

©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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