There was a period when I struggled with my grief, A period of time when I couldn't find release, A period when I denied it was over, Then came a period when I couldn't find closure, A period came when I didn't have a friend, Then a dark period when I almost decided to end it, A hanging period at the noose of a twisted rope, A period when I finally found a way to cope, After a period when I totally came unglued, Before a period when I finally said "I'm through..."
This reminds me of one of my own. Outstanding write Tony. I will re-post, it was a dedication to a lost friend whose legend that will live forever.
AutumnChildUnknown, Central Serbia SerbiaJun 30, 2019
Hello,Madtat! I recognized great deal of suffer in your poem. Everything is so familiar to me. Light needs to be found. But it is hard way to reach that shiny place. Take care and all the best!
LordofstanceLondon, Greater London, England UKJun 30, 2019
The gallows noose is a most surprisingly difficult knot to master isn't it. With luck the time it takes to have it pegged, you have moved on and away from that gallows moment. Thanks for sharing.
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I recognized great deal of suffer in your poem.
Everything is so familiar to me.
Light needs to be found.
But it is hard way to reach that shiny place.
Take care and all the best!