Saturday, February 23, 2008

A Stone in My Chest

Disturbed Stranger honored me with another one of those poignant pieces of writing. I leave you to enjoy (or be pained by) this piece:

A Stone in My Chest

There is a cold stone in my chest. I can feel it. Buried deep… ripping and tearing through my warm soft flesh. There is pain. No bodily pain…just mental pain… mental annoyance; my cognizant awareness of its existence inside me. Deep inside me. It cannot be removed, no surgery will rid me of it, no surgeon will agree to it. A curse. A burden. A burden I must carry with me to my grave… where a stone naturally belongs… where I belong. The pain it afflicts is on those closest to me, those who suffer the most. I cannot seem to help it. I cannot seem to want to help it. I do not seem to care… all symptoms of my disease. My sole disease… soul disease. There is no cure. I must coldly shudder off every shred of emotion as I slip into a circle of darkness…almost as dark as that stone.

6 comments:

Amethyst said...

I love this:

"My sole disease… soul disease. There is no cure. I must coldly shudder off every shred of emotion as I slip into a circle of darkness…almost as dark as that stone."

Jewaira said...

heavy pain

ValenciaLover said...

why? some optimism please. i feel like S--- already. what's wrong with Alia's post?

وتقولون انا اللي أعز النكد أد عنية

Hanan said...

valencia Nothing's wrong with Alia's post. It's just that drama is somehow more gripping :)

Ms. Baker said...

I understand.

Nymphadora said...

lovely, very nice and lovely