Can think of nothing to say,

Can think of nothing to type,

Favorite comedies bring no smile,

Movies don’t live up to the hype.

Sleeping through the morning,

Get up, immediately wonder

When sleep can come again, to

Avoid having to ponder.

It comes in waves, the pain…

Choking, cutting, burning, stinging.

Seems to be over for a bit, but then

More pain it seems to be bringing.

Eyes blur, arm throbs, throat

Constricts, stomach in knots,

Leg shakes, nails nubs, nose raw,

Teeth grinding, skin taut.

Pain interchanged for pain,

Even then, nothing is gained.

It will not abate, will not go away,

The pain, it seems, is here to stay.

Can think of nothing to say,

Can think of nothing to type,

Was Tennyson right?  I think not;

Love doesn’t live up to the hype.



About Whimsical Scribe

I'm a writer at heart, but not by trade (yet anyway). I graduated from college in 2002 with a double Bachelor's degree in both English (creative writing concentration) and Psychology. Both are fairly useless majors in the job market today, unless you further them, which is what I have started to do and one day hope to have the finances/wellness to continue. Sadly, I have not been inclined to do much writing at all, of late, which is why I decided to start this blog. I live in a very rural area in the Northeast USA. I am the owner of three fantastic canines, an animal welfare advocate, vegetarian, environmentalist, and progressive thinker. I support the Ian Somerhalder Foundation, the Animal Rescue Site, and hope one day to become a doggy foster parent again, along with becoming a writer at some point in the near future. I have Dissociative Identity Disorder, and also struggle with major depression and anxiety, and have for most of my life. PTSD is something I also live with. I am hoping that talking about/blogging about these things will be a help, both to me, and to others as well. Sometimes, one of my people may blog something as well, so not all views presented in this blog may be "mine" so to speak.
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