Choose which sorrow.

One shadow cast caught in itself.
Fear induced myopia with matters of the heart.

To cascade alone, or know loss?
Each will give birth to sorrow, and this tired heart can only take so much.

Lost in the fog, marooned with a monster - the world shrunk in size to a staring contest, and the end of hope was the space in between, cradled in the confines of another's blindspot.

Dark diluted light.
Now grey where once white, but deluded eyes can't tell the white from the grey or the grey from the black.
So the dark becomes home.
And I know the dark, an awful place to visit, dead ends on all sides.
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Posted: Feb 2019
About this poem:
When someone who does not know how to express love has children, they pass that inability on to their child. This coupled with knowing how things can go wrong in life, creates a fear of closeness in that child because already being fragile generates the resignation of feeling like any loss will be to much to take.

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EXRED
This truly is a great read as it's TRUE so true hug
Gligeen
Thank you both, exred and godsprincess.
yaspark
Dear Gligeen, thank you for your poem, good write.
"Dark is an awful place to visit" indeed, when all one sees is "dead ends on all sides". There is more to life though, laughing into the face of darkness and appreciating good surely helps, we all are aware of that, just need a reminder sometimes.
Gligeen
Thank you, yaspark. I agree, we can't forget the good things either.
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