It helps a little bit, as we write we can kind of forget.
I must be insane, no one can write away pain. Even as we write, evil gathers might. Trying to word soak, only equals a temp cloak.
But we do forget some, trying to make words come. In order to quash the fright, we have to write all night. Then into the next day, not to hear our pain say,
until death do us apart, sweet heart. Not quite a good deal, hearing your ownself squeal. Any little break, helps with the earthquake.
Very well done.
Something drives me to try to write the pain away.
To somehow get it out of us and on to paper.
Sometimes does help a little I guess.
John
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"until death do us apart,
sweet heart.
Not quite a good deal"
You are good with words Grady!!
Love Tinka
Something drives me to try to write the pain away.
To somehow get it out of us and on to paper.
Sometimes does help a little I guess.
John