Overflowing drops of sadness
crash the grounds of reality
Waves of anger and frustration
soar through every vein
Camouflaging the numbness
wakens the frozen memories
Slowly losing the crack of a smile
shades of grey and black entwine
A living ghost I am, alone—
all that is left of you
I talk in my sleep when I’m wide awake
In limbo I reach out to you,
my anchor in the fog
Overflowing mourning bellows
shattering the reflection in the mirror
Staring into the depths of your selfishness
stirring the darkest hurricanes
Consuming prescriptions of self-hatred
scream at your tarnished soul
Slowly your existence forever fades
whirlwinds of chaos downpour into your loved ones
A living ghost I am, alone—
evidence of your life
I keep together with special effects
And all I want is to touch you,
my anchor in the fog
Overflowing rain of melancholy
drip into the silence of your grave
Crumbled walls are now at your feet
as clouds hang over your torn shadow
Dwelling into your perfectionism
dismantles your steel cage
Slowly your wishes become true
Your actions speak a thousand poems
than the words you spoke alive
A living ghost I am no more—
I’ll breathe for me and you
Laugh for me and you, love for me and you
But still, I want to hold you tight,
my anchor in the fog
B.M. – Non italics parts
K.A – Italic Part
Collaboration of Braeden Michaels & Kindra M. Austin
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I enjoyed collaborating with Kindra. It was easy. Her writing is real, raw, and honest to the core. Check out her blog.
Thank you so much for writing with me. It was such an organic, enjoyable collaboration. You’re a terrific, visceral writer, and I appreciate you.
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Awe it’s my pleasure. I appreciate you just as well. We will have to collaborate on something else on a later date 😊
You are also an amazing writer!
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Thank you! I would love to work with you again. Anytime. 🙂
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😊
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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Thanks ❤️
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My pleasure
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Wow! I was involved through the whole poem. Touching.
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Awe thank you
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This was way too good
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Thank you so much. We could collaborate on something if you like.
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Sure. I would love to.
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I would see to it.
Thanks!
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Searing and shattering of illusions. The depiction fit me, from about October, 2001, when I first realized something was dreadfully wrong with my wife’s health until June, 2011, three months after her passing.
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I’m so sorry to hear that. Thank you for reading 😊
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❤️
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Thank you!
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