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Untitled Grief-29 By Katherine Lightwood The thread I've been waving is vanishing in nothingness, Is it my vision I am seeing or a strange illness? Living in a dream that lives inside a nightmare, I am suffocating in it, what a 'strange' despair. Fine and shining outside my coat, Drowning inside, there's not any boat... Frozen fears have started to burn, Tolerance is the key, that's all I have to learn. Silent tears are forbidden in this place, Gulp down the pain, it's time to race. Through beds of heaven and gates of hell, There's no one to hear if you can yell. Shame wrapped into my throat and hugged my heart, Asked my soul, when it will depart. My soul and I were both silent that time, The mind and body couldn't able to rhyme. I was standing there gawking into that nothingness, Is it my vision I am seeing or a strange illness. Katherine Lightwood Follow us on Facebook.

Lament of a Dying Heart By Katherine Lightwood When is the last time you felt loved, needed and felt as if you are worthy? Isn't that the actual meaning of being successful. When is the last time you felt that? When is the last time people around you or situations around you made you feel that you are needed in this world? I don't remember mine... Thing is that there is various logic around the world that makes you supports the idea that you are loved and cared. Suppose you have parents, friends, and colleagues that proves that point. Imagine all of this is false. Imagine that the reasons you've fed in your brain are all false. What if, everyone turns against you.What if, the closest ones are the ones who think you are a nuisance...a joke. Your strength, your belief all have been broken into pieces... How will you survive...? What will be your enthusiasm for looking ahead, waking up and going out for work... What will be your motto of life when you are made