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Unholy Holidays
No letters, no messages, no gifts
Wednesday came and went
like the wind,
an awakening
the cold, smacking
more than just a face
losing hope in the human race
a rats race
only the cheese is a disgrace
a selfie, selfish and without pace
no more heartbeat left
living in this place
stand up and deliver
or you'll be watching
from out past the door
a leper on an island that's lost
in the dreaded triangle
no longer of this dimension
no longer worth a mention
Wednesday came and went
like the wind,
an awakening
the cold, smacking
more than just a face
losing hope in the human race
a rats race
only the cheese is a disgrace
a selfie, selfish and without pace
no more heartbeat left
living in this place
stand up and deliver
or you'll be watching
from out past the door
a leper on an island that's lost
in the dreaded triangle
no longer of this dimension
no longer worth a mention
Published 26th Dec 2019
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26th Dec 2019 2:57pm
dearest Tim I spent yesterday sick
I want to give you some hope
but I'm unsure how...
I would say look to the beauty in nature
but even it is riddled with parasites...
hang tough my friend...
you're not alone though it feels like it...
love Brenda ❤
I want to give you some hope
but I'm unsure how...
I would say look to the beauty in nature
but even it is riddled with parasites...
hang tough my friend...
you're not alone though it feels like it...
love Brenda ❤
26th Dec 2019 3:09pm
26th Dec 2019 5:30pm
I hate this time of the year, along with Easter for the same reason(s).
I hope you find some inner peace... 🖤
I hope you find some inner peace... 🖤
26th Dec 2019 10:23pm
Hang in there Tim. At least you can get on here and come talk to us about it in the form of a poem :)
