"Random Thoughts"
("In the Middle of the Night")
Greg Budig 2021
Is there sometimes
too much life to
be had in a small
span of time?
Still scarred by
grief. Becoming
tangled in the dark
that lives in all who
claim to be human.
Loss comes
too quickly but the
pain lingers inside.
Numbness settles on
the fragility of the soul.
Acting to retain a
little part of sanity.
Creating the
illusion of life.
Finding lost
pieces of a broken
mosaic. The pieces no
longer add up to the whole.
Losing is only a part
of the process.
It still hurts
to know
you are
gone.
Walking on the
thin line between
falling and rising.
Concentrating on
staying level and sane.
Time cannot heal if
you lose track.
Unable to
know who
I am.
The End
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