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He drifts through the house, like a ghost. Or perhaps it is I who is the ghost, as he doesn't seem to see me. No hellos, no goodbyes, just deathly silence. Silence that speaks volumes.

Rooms once full of life and love and well-worn furniture, now seem empty, though the well-worn furniture remains. Where did it go? Nothing has changed. The pictures on the walls remain. The same old dusty books line the shelf. The disheveled bed, with mis-matched linens and pillows long past their prime. The breeze outside shifts the blinds and the tinkling of someone's wind chimes can be heard in the distance. Only a short while ago, it was all enough. Now, there's nothing.

Vertical bars enclosing the room seem somehow fitting. Yet, the bars are as invisible as I am. I am still here though. And I fear the bars are as well.

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The following comments are for "Mortally Wounded II"
by nameless

You Are a Writer
You have not lost your words, these enteries you are submitting are that of a writer. Perhaps it is a different way of writing for you, a call for someone's attention, someone that may share what you are writing and tell you, you are not alone.
I face things like this after 26 years, still to done a mask to others and keep things hidden and secretive. I deserve better of him, or anyone to take my hand and say they promise to share their space with me. And so do you.
I will not tell you there are lots of men in the sea, there may be someone else.
I am finished with men. I am not looking for another relationship similar to what I got out of, friendships, yes. I am finished with what I left behind.

May peace find and consol your lost soul, and may smiles touch your face again to brighten your world for the kids in your space.


( Posted by: Dareva [Member] On: August 25, 2004 )

there was a reason...
Coco immortalized your light in a poem. You are well deserving of the honor. Thank you for commenting on my work. No. I am not a writer, but all I have left are words so I might as well put them to use.

I am sorry you've been hurt in relationships, but it seems your friendships, at least here, will give you strength and support. Good luck. I wish you the best.

( Posted by: nameless [Member] On: August 25, 2004 )

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