I want to write but it hurts too much and I slow down.
My engine sputters and my breathe slows.
the wheels screech and my lips part.
a sound
a piercing sound like no other
a deafening sound which fills my ears like cotton
burning my mind, like the fire sparking at the wheels
the weight
the weight tips me over
and the metal hub crashes
covering the terrible sound of sirens wailing in the distance
the rumble of the earth, the beating of my heart
it causes a great catastrophe
slowing
slowing
stopping.
done.
it is over. She is gone. I am dead.
They are too late. The damage is done.
We created a train wreck.
Poetry by Sunshine. Check out my page for more writings!
The Overflowing Journal 
This is beautiful.. I felt the pain in your writing. Things will get better. Stay strong 🙌🏼
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Thank you so much for your kind words.. I am on the journey of recovery💕
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Sent up a prayer for you. I hope you are ok.
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Hi there! I really appreciate you doing that. I have been away for some time and have only just come back online. I am doing much better than before and I hope to continue writing (hopefully more positively this time!). Thank you for reaching out, lovely
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You should start writing again, I miss reading your stories.
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Thanks for the comment, Mustafah! I am coming back online and will hopefully be writing and posting soon 🙂
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