The Mist: commentary

[adalger]

This morning, not long before I woke up, I had a very bad dream. I remember nothing about it, but when I woke up I did. The only thing that stayed with me was a nearly crippling depression that lasted all morning. I've spent most of my day so far wanting to cry.

Today's poem is my best attempt to express, and purge, the feelings I've been carrying around. Along with some help from my friends, it's working.

Comments

[cyberjunkie]

don't cry. oh, please don't cry.
i hate seeing you cry...
just remember, i'm here if you need to talk/IM/whatever. just wish i were closer to give you real *hugs*.