Sorrow flowing into more sorrow form tide pools of pain.
Memories flooding the mind, blurring the sane from the insane.
A broken heart does not die quietly, each piece pulsating in anguish.
Prayers for release of this unending torture are an unanswered wish.
Many little orbs for pain or sleep fail to aid me to the end.
My actions and reactions I cannot explain or defend.
A parent losing a child is a hell I do not want to share.
Making myself a sacrifical lamb was not the way to show I care.
I was not intending, Kindred Spirit,a betrayal of trust.
The mask of discord I donned, only because I felt I must.
If nothing else to keep you out of my private hell.
The illusion of that I'm coping is sometimes a fragile shell.
The hardest thing I ever did was shut the door as you walked away.
When what I really wanted to do was run to you and beg you to stay.

Stacey LeGrand
May 2008

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