The feeling of loss

The Feeling Of Loss



I hear you say goodbye and an awstriking occurence begins to unwravel. My eyes close and the salty tears begin to trickle from my eyes and down my chin forming an ocean-like puddle at my feet. I feel the gruesome penetration induced by the needles of heartbreak.The peace and encouragement of being loved begins to receed from me as if it were a fog dissipating in the early morning sunlight and the fear of being aline rushes its way into my sysem. The things I'd done in life to make myself jubilant and innocent begin to incriminat me and I become a vivid painting portraying hatred and guilt. I become consumed with depression and forget to appreciate all the great things life has to offer. The Capability of havin fun wanders off until it is far too many miles away from me to obtain again. I lose all trust for everyone and transform into the silent child who has been physically and emotionally abused all their life and isolates themself from all others. It's at this point in time i begin to ask myself what i had said or done that was so destructive and if things can ever be completely restored or if it's only possible to patch them up like a punctured bicycle tire. But in the end I could only come up with one answer: I don't like this feeling of loss and whatever I did it wasn't worth it.



By Donald D. Kenworthy Jr.