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Emery Graves: A Prologue The Sun was setting over the mountains, the glow of yellow, pink and orange drawing many admiring eyes all across the valley. He took comfort in the knowledge that in this world of impatience, technology and the lure of the almighty dollar that there were still men, women and children who stopped just to look up at a beautiful scene in the sky. It was that very thought that kept him at a calm and peaceful state. The whole world was not evil or immoral, it was not filled with the hateful or ignorant.
The heavy footfall of his black swat style combat boots made a soft thunking sound. It was the sound that kept a gentle beat for his thoughts to stay in tune with; much like the bass-line did for a song. Every now and again he would jingle his keys and loose change that resided in the pocket of his long coat. Yes, he would hum as he made music just by walking down a lovely street in the suburbs. It was wonderfully simple and pleasantly entertaining. What wo
Grief's DoubtsI'll never forget that awful day
They told me that you'd passed away
Will we ever meet again?
Is your death truly the end?
At night I think only of you
And all the things you'll never do
In the day I pretend I am fine
But really, I just want one small sign
I need to know that you knew
That everyday I thought of you
I have to know that you still exist
And that you can see how much you're missed
How? How? How do I let go?
I'm so afraid I'll never know
Are we all Hell or Heaven bound?
Or is there only the cold quiet ground?
Have you been healed of all your hurt?
Or is there nothing but Earthly dirt?
Please let there be something else in store
I just want to know I'll see you once more
Bitter GriefToday really wasn't too bad;
But that's what makes me so mad.
I don't want to feel o.k.;
I don't want to hear about your great day.
It just doesn't seem fair;
Everyone is going on without a worry or care.
That's why I am so bitter, angry and vicious;
I don't want to hear these forced apologies or well wishes.
My family will never again be whole;
She wasn't always there but no one can fill her role.
So how can I possibly move on?
Even my dreams won't let me accept that she is gone.
For the past seven months I've missed her;
Never again will I be able to see my dear little sister.
Thursday MourningI look at a picture of you and I know it's real
But there is nothing in it that will help me heal
I know you are gone now, never to be seen
But it just won't sink in and I've nowhere to lean
I dreamt of you last night, you came back to life
But in the end when I woke up it was just a cruel lie
I hear everyone speak casually of you and things you'd have done
But I don't want to listen because my mourning has just begun
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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