is this dark, sad or just whining? c/c?

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Giggles

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sadness beats on my heart
I fight letting it come in
battle scarred, wounded deep
my smiles seem surface paint

I dance with abandon
but only tire too soon
no giggles come into my eyes
tears have run to hide

gargoyle figure holding me
talons grip my soul it seems
dripping green ooze of acid
burning slowly to the core

my body has fought
now limp, surrender
Oh Gargoyle! take me
end it soon; this agony...

lifeless my body
upon steel table
hard and cold
....something
............................pulling me
I gasp, cough

..................................LIFE...
beats

.................................................................on
 
Giggles, while this is not the normal you, and I hope all is well, and that you are just picking out splinters, your ending, whew. Life beats....deciding to live, besides it all, is the winning answer

Thinking of this thought
from a fortune cookie, I've carried around in my pocketbook a while now,

One should count each day a separate life.

((HUGS))!!
 
It's an alarm bell going off in my head and an echo of someine shaking my shoulder for me to wake up...feel need to sit up and say what! what has happened...for without a doubt something is wrong. They don't call you giggles for nothing and this is not you. (
 
It's an alarm bell going off in my head and an echo of someine shaking my shoulder for me to wake up...feel need to sit up and say what! what has happened...for without a doubt something is wrong. They don't call you giggles for nothing and this is not you. (
 
Dear Giggles, this is not whining at all. I pray that you are okay. it is not like you to not be uplifting. Has something hurt your heart?
 
Giggles, while this is not the normal you, and I hope all is well, and that you are just picking out splinters, your ending, whew. Life beats....deciding to live, besides it all, is the winning answer

Thinking of this thought
from a fortune cookie, I've carried around in my pocketbook a while now,

One should count each day a separate life.

((HUGS))!!
 
Hi, Sandy! Good to see you. I don't think this is whining. It starts a little sad and goes dark. A nice, creepy, dark poem that has a good ending. I like it. Different than your usual writing which shows how versatile you are. Good job!
 
Your gargoyle reminds me of my dragon (depression) which I will not post here because I don't wish to give Yahoo 50% rights over it.

Your dance growing tired is a scary image, knowing you.

Thanks.
 
It isn't whining; it is something I've heard before in chemo wards and from loved ones. Go eat a popsickle, a blue one that stains your lips and your tongue. And when you're feeling better, dance in the moonlight and thank God for blue popsickles. xox
 
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