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wilted.....

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the fucking silence � � � � �
continues to � � � � �
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�� hover and loom � � � � �
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such that silence �
has now become of me � � � � �
my mind is stagnant � � � � �
my heart has grown numb � � � � �
my soul lacks avidity � � � � �
my pneuma is discontent � � � � �
it matters not , that i'm � � � � �
adored and well loved � � � � �
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nowhere near � � � � �
�� promising � � � � �
does my garden grow � � � � �
no pockets full of posies � � � � �
only dead roses��
thorns and stems � � � � �
trampled and stripped; � � � � �
their petals - � � � � �
laying in � � � �w �i �l �t����
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there is no sadness � � � � �
not one tear exists � � � � �
no mental, � � � � �
just physical anguish � � � � �
the clock ticks � � � � �
while trapped in � � � � �
this arid expanse � � � � �
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with no words spoken; � � � � �
invisible and inaudible � � � � �
whispering winds carry ..... � � � � �
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"I miss miss you's" � � � � �
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since it even seems;� �
my ink is running on empty � � � � �
the muse has washed out � � � � �
and fled � � � � �
ideas fall from mind to pen � � � � �
turning into dissonance � � � � �
my fingers type all day, � � � � �
but end up not writing shit � � � � �
and, �in my beloved � � � � �
underground, i'm void of � � � � �
the drive and devotion � � � � �
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although , my family�here - � �
i dearly love , no matter � � �
what's wounded and broken � � � � �
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but , nowhere near � � � � �
�� promising � � � � �
does my garden grow � � � � �
no pockets full of posies � � � � �
only dead prose�and poetry ��
trampled and stripped; � � � � �
even my words - � � � � �
laying in � � � �w �i �l �t�� 
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Written by PandoraUnleashed

Published 11th Oct 2019 | Edited 6th Jul 2020

Author's Note

Copyright � 2019 PandoraUnleashed. All rights reserved.

Just sick & tired of being sick & tired.. an ongoing battle of healing & fighting to stay healthy.... Love you's & big Pandy hugs.💖

Please accept my apologies, as I know I've let my pm's pile up; unopened for a week or more now , that I owe so many pages a visit & responses to comments. ..
I just haven't had the energy or focus. I owe an "amen, hallelujah" that I was able to spit this out. DAMN is it ironic that I've been so upset trying to write poetry vs prose & thru my hell, DID just that!!...

#emptiness #illness

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