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White flag
How long will it take --
there’s an ache
where my chest is
and tears smudging glasses
A friendship tank
that can’t be filled
by anything but presence
voice
eyes
meeting
unfettered by screens
*
withering
fading
empty
I am sliding into that pit
it took years to claw out of
simply cast me down
to drown
in the wine of my tears
blissful
If the plague were to come
just calmly succumb
all colour has drained
relinquish
*
Yet I close my eyes to open another day
Surrender to your will for me to stay.
Published 1st May 2020
| Edited 6th May 2020
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1st May 2020 2:39am
1st May 2020 3:27am
I'm impressed
Though I had no doubts
You're opening up
Spreading your wings proudly
Taking street cred
Richly deserved
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Though I had no doubts
You're opening up
Spreading your wings proudly
Taking street cred
Richly deserved
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1st May 2020 1:04pm
13th May 2020 6:47pm
I am finally beginning to catch up on some NaPo entrants, and I remember the haunting of this as your last post. I wasn't certain if it applied to you personally in regards to NaPo ending, your circumstances, or both.
As previously stated, it's haunting, a black hole of surrender to whatever may come, be it life or death. The following lines demonstrate an emptiness that describes depression perfectly in relation to human contact.
A friendship tank
that can’t be filled
by anything but presence
voice
eyes
meeting
unfettered by screens
Well done in capturing an essence succinctly and profoundly.
As previously stated, it's haunting, a black hole of surrender to whatever may come, be it life or death. The following lines demonstrate an emptiness that describes depression perfectly in relation to human contact.
A friendship tank
that can’t be filled
by anything but presence
voice
eyes
meeting
unfettered by screens
Well done in capturing an essence succinctly and profoundly.
13th May 2020 8:09pm
Yeah, this really isn't what I wanted for my final entry. I wanted it to be about the NaPo experience, but I was just utterly depressed that day, ready to give up on everything - just because some days are like that for me. Even worse, I had put off the writing until quite late. If NaPo taught me anything, it's not to resist the poem that comes, even if it's not the one I wanted. This one was a struggle, but at least it came out in time.
Anonymous
17th Jun 2020 7:08pm
"friendship tank
that can’t be filled
by anything but presence"
That is some excellent verse right there.
This poem's got NaPOW! wriiten all over it. I'ma sharing this in the Covid 19 forum thread.
that can’t be filled
by anything but presence"
That is some excellent verse right there.
This poem's got NaPOW! wriiten all over it. I'ma sharing this in the Covid 19 forum thread.
