Lost-V. Johnson

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this earlier (9:00 2-14-11) when my dog died.

Submitted: February 14, 2011

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Submitted: February 14, 2011




Another loss,

Another nightmare.

Another nightmare,

More grief.

More grief,

More sarcasm.

More sarcasm,

More hate.

With more hate,

Comes more fear.

More fear,

More loss.

It’s a cycle.

Never ending.

Never starting,

Never stopping.

Nothing can even begin to slow it down.

Nothing can heal you when it happens.

Wishing, hoping, dreaming, praying.

It won’t work.

Go ahead try.

I promise you it won’t do anything but make it worse.

This is a disease.

Loss happens.

You can’t stop it.

Nightmares happen.

You can’t stop them.

Sarcasm comes from other people.

You can’t control them.

The hate is in your head.

Again, nothing you can do.

Fear is an uncontrollable emotion.

You can’t slow it down, yet stop it.

After the fear, the loss of friends occurs.

You can’t help but to wonder,

‘Why does this happen?’

Well, I have no answer.

No one does.

You can’t stop it.

You don’t start it.

This is the feeling of being lost.

This is life.

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