her emotions ran wild.............she was hurt, she was angry, she was lost. she bolted from the house, running crazily through the field, noting suddenly she was barefoot. the dead grasses and remnants of fallen branches had cut into her feet, causing one to bleed.
but she didn't care. she didn't care at all. her blood could spill out over the brown earth until there was none left..............and she wouldn't care. how could this have happened to her........again? why was life so cruel to some, but others lived charmed lives?
why should she go on? what could life possibly hold for her now? more emptiness? more heartbreak? more pain? there was no comfort in words.........no solace in her tears.
she collapsed to the ground, covered her face with her hands, and wept.
(this entry has no direct meaning, just sprang from my brain and into my hands as i was typing.........so i put it down in print. it may lead to a story, and it may not. sometimes poetry hits, sometimes prose.)
2 comments:
I really like this, and it is especially well put together for "just putting it down". With such precious few words, it reached me on a deep, emotional level. It was not so much about what was happening, but how the experience felt.
Greg
inspiration seeks a muse
it is indeed into a story you should use
that some wish some subtle thought
should be shared yes it ought
so please continue i am here on edge of chair
some how am i seated there
hearing seeing feeling true
great work but as always you
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