In the Silence of the Night
A poem on my abandonment wound
Trigger warning: Mention of suicidal ideation
In the silence of the night
an emptiness grips me tight
a big hollow in my heart
moves like quicksand
and swallows the guard.
A river of tears rushes up
pouring from the shallow cups
shadows of the distant past
shapeless, soundless
engulfing all in the dark.
"Don’t go, daddy! Don’t leave me behind!"
His well-intentioned…
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