Lit.Org - a community for readers and writers Advanced Search
 




Average Rating
0.00

(0 votes)

You must login to vote

This all used to be mine. The flowers in spring time, the clouds in the fall. I could sweep out my arms and touch all I had. I could gaze out to the heavens and see to the end what was mine.

Now the flowers prick me with their thorns. The clouds drop bitter rain about my shoulders. All I touch now shrinks from my fingertips. And the heavens are no longer inviting.

My world is so much smaller today. I curl tightly in a ball hoping to fit into it. But I don't.


Related Items

Comments

The following comments are for "Mortally Wounded 0814"
by nameless





Add Your Comment

You Must be a member to post comments and ratings. If you are NOT already a member, signup now it only takes a few seconds!

All Fields are required

Commenting Guidelines:
  • All comments must be about the writing. Non-related comments will be deleted.
  • Flaming, derogatory or messages attacking other members well be deleted.
  • Adult/Sexual comments or messages will be deleted.
  • All subjects MUST be PG. No cursing in subjects.
  • All comments must follow the sites posting guidelines.
The purpose of commenting on Lit.Org is to help writers improve their writing. Please post constructive feedback to help the author improve their work.


Username:
Password:
Subject:
Comment:





Login:
Password: