Written for my creative writing class based off of a fill in the blank prompt, where the first few words of each line are given to me. I've edited it a bit since then, so it doesn't fully match up with the original prompt.

seasons of pain

i hadn't asked for much,
just to take one last breath,
and see how the sun rises,
and how it sets,
and how every moment has beauty

i also wanted to die -
such anguish
and so much pleasure,
and so many memories
(when i thought of
how she looked on that night)

so many words
perennially trapped
inside of my dying sense of selfhood -
i would have slain the hands of time
and not really grant myself
seasons of pain
or time to live, or die, or ever really exist


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Written on 2016-03-20 at 22:13

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh my goodness, such heart and pain and suffering. Love hurts.
Their is a beauty, a richness in your poetry. I felt this intensely.