Painful Poem

You know what it feels like:

in a tornado of thoughts, mix emotions, battling with guilt in an unknown yet very familiar sea of the clearest, darkest ocean.

Would I call it anxiety? No, it’s doubt, but is it?

It’s everything at once; in a single moment in eternity.

An uncomfortable silence interrupted by an abrupt, expected sound.

Hesitation quicker than thought and action.

A search for calmness. A long search. An abandoned search. A forgotten search. A remembered search. A…

A retraction of the hand;

I’m in pain;


In love & sincerity,

j.r. LaVerde

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