Bartender
On the heels of grief, pain bears down hard. On the heels of death, pain awakens the quiet place between the end of our own life and now. Feeling anything is like seeing a film and in black and white, slow motion, all sound turned off. Just watching. Gritting teeth, awkward smiles and bloody red eyes move around, scanning the others who are feeling something I don't want to feel, but I do. Escapism is all I have ever known. ~
Comments (7)
Eerie! I love it 😁
Oh wow, that's definitely food for thought! You nailed this Merly!
Ouuuu interesting
Oh yes. Even when we see it coming, we're still screwed.
Oh snap!! That was really deep and punchy at the same time.
Very thought-provoking poem
Monsters are always out there waiting for us to show our weakness. Thank God give us the Bible manual to combat these monsters