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We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
Written by Batattoo in portal Seattle Refined

Silent Comfort

Black ink from my reservoir pen,

twists on an uncontrolled surface.

Like a contorted vane too tired to revolve,

I compose in my head my last contentions.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

My demons were not effortless,

a dark coil inside of me needed to be released.

It was like lacerating a butterflies wings.

I hunger for you to know I never meant to cease.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

I recognize I don't need your absolution, and you don't need mine.

Take every segment of me including my love, compassion and voice

and transmit it to the masses. 

Find solace that I am now where I need to be.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.

For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

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We lost a lot with the passing of Chris Cornell. To many, he was a mentor, a brilliant writer; an inimitable voice. Until June 30th, this challenge is for the friends and fans to write their stories, poems, tributes: anything about him. We will be putting together a book for the Cornell family, of the posts entered, as well as making copies available for purchase, donating all proceeds to suicide prevention. In partnership with Seattle Refined, the most shared post will be read on air, and posted on seattlerefined.com.
Written by Batattoo in portal Seattle Refined
Silent Comfort
Black ink from my reservoir pen,
twists on an uncontrolled surface.
Like a contorted vane too tired to revolve,
I compose in my head my last contentions.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.
For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

My demons were not effortless,
a dark coil inside of me needed to be released.
It was like lacerating a butterflies wings.
I hunger for you to know I never meant to cease.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.
For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.

I recognize I don't need your absolution, and you don't need mine.
Take every segment of me including my love, compassion and voice
and transmit it to the masses. 
Find solace that I am now where I need to be.

The last thing I wanted to do, was to hurt any of you.
For reasons you just can't see, the pressure was getting to me.
18
5
2
Juice
579 reads
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