Thursday, October 11, 2007

Autopsy...

...and there was nothing in the heart but pain.
For, sorrow was pain. Fear was pain.
And love became pain.
The heart was shrivelled.
The scars were memories.
It was no way to live, so it died.

11 comments:

Rick said...

I feel your pain. I think. Have you seen The Big Black Horse and the Cherry Tree?

Irrelephant said...

Dark stuff there, Jean. *s* Is holiday depression sneaking up on you earlier than the Christmas commercials played before Hallo'een or are you just venting some leftover spleen?

Jean said...

Rick - have not seen either.

Irrel - ha... woke in the middle of the night with this in my head.
It just is :) My brain twists in weird ways, sometimes.

Winston said...

Dark and painful becomes my day. Your words have that effect on the core of my existence...

Anonymous said...

There are very choices that exist when all one feels is pain.

Michele/letters

Valerie - Still Riding said...

Rebirth comes from the seeds of the dead flower?

david said...

enough pain and it would come off as callous, and then it won't hurt as much, eh?

Desert Cat said...

Y'know when I'm "up", I can barely make myself visit here. When I'm "down"...it resonates.

Hmm...

Been down lately.

Jean said...

D.C. - sorry you've been down lately, my friend.
So, when you're feeling good, my stuff isn't for you?
sorry about that, too, dear.

Desert Cat said...

Your site is often not for the light of heart. But that's okay. Happy cute fuzzy bunny just doesn't cut it all the time either.

Jean said...

D.C. - 'Life' often is not for the light of heart. I'll add one tonight that isn't so bad... just for you :)