Sunday Mourning
not a cry for help, just fascinated with death and what comes next so i like to write about it.
Sat down in the pews of a cathedral
Hoping I would feel something greater than myself.
The only thing I felt
Was the weight of the world on my shoulders
And the overwhelming urge
To crawl out of my skin.
Trying to find a way to trust fate,
Believing in nothing but human's fealty to make mistakes.
Rays coming in through the stained glass;
Stunning, sublime, and suffocating.
I just need a prayer to satisfy the craving.
The lie that I matter beyond belief,
Yet, I'm nothing but matter.
Not long for this world.
Soon forgotten;
Ash in the wind.
Make sure to let me go in Spring.
I can't bare to see another Winter.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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Not much to say since you said it all. The pain from falling down stairs last week and breaking a disc puts me in touch with the temporariness of things.
Big Easter mood. Sending love and hoping weight comes off your shoulders this season 💕