No Succor
Photo Credit: alicewilkinsonphotography.com
leaves, void of chlorophyll,
scratch along the ground,
blown by a ceaseless howling wind,
which echoes the sounds of my soul
naked rose hips, petals long discarded,
scrape against the weathered wood of the fence,
clawing at it, like the hounds of hell
knocking at my door trying to gain entry
why do you hunt me?
constantly searching for the shell I have become
even camped in the depths of despair,
you persist in driving me further down
into the abyss
I’m lost forever to your darkness
Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
I wish I didn’t feel this as personally and as poignantly as I do, but I do…
thank you…
I wish you didn’t either, as this feeling isn’t pleasant, as you know. Peace and love to you!
Love this one and how you compared it to your shell. Nice!
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