Bringeth the pain. Every day is a funeral. Another instance of forsaken dreams. Another case, another nail to the coffin of expectations. It is so hard. It is so immense. The task that faces us. Failure feels so intense. Pain...pushing up the boulder. Up the steep and stony hill. Suffer! Pain...zero in for the soft kill. It is our only cane. Suffer! As the mourning women gather around the usual grave. Shudder as you wait to see who will be called to fill up the space today. Everyday is a funeral. Another failure, another cry. Feel the pain. When you see the warning: Transaction Cancelled. Beneath the pain there is a razor burning. Beneath the the paint there is a boulder churning. I feel the grinder. Every long, long day. I feed the razor. There will yet be time to play. No second thoughts. No hidden regrets. Crying is hard enough when your roses are selling pain. Everyday is a funeral. Curse.
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 00:35:47 +0000
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