Clocks had stopped ticking, The cursors had stopped blinking. I was suddenly hollow; I saw my frame for what it was- A bottomless pit of nothingness I’d tried to fill up all my life With things and experiences. _____ from a 2014 poem called Death by Nevender http://nevender.blogspot.ug/2014/09/death.html Yesterday I had one of those episodes where…
Its Always The Strong Ones…
It’s always the ones people consider strong, the ones who look like they have got all their things together. I woke today to the Facebook Post of 22nd August announcing the death of a young lady poet, her death was related to depression. I followed the ‘bread crumbs’ of her story looking for details and…