Powerful piece of flash fiction from Jenny Maloney. via Place for the Stolen — Discover
Those who've always had one, Have never felt the fear. This weighs more than a ton, Lost control I cannot steer. Fool's mistaking dusk for dawn, When this reverse sunrise's clear. Three-zero carved into the lawn, Now that I have no home here.
A waking nightmare where, The wear and tear, Of my past where, I couldn't care to care, Makes a present with no care. Birthdays missed here and there, no thought on how my family fare, Because I’m not aware. My minds nowhere, And it’s not fair, Because no-one’s there to care. Choking on the foul … Continue reading Depression