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The Little Things
The Little Things
The little things
pick
at us
until we're entangled,
ensnared,
mummied,
and the life blood
is sucked out
of us.
Then they
Blame us
For being lifeless.
The little things
pick
at us
until we're entangled,
ensnared,
mummied,
and the life blood
is sucked out
of us.
Then they
Blame us
For being lifeless.
Published 25th Oct 2021
Author's Note
No fault insurance on emotional relationships, stepping back so far the edge seems imminent....
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25th Oct 2021 3:58pm
Sounds like a mantra that an overthinker would harness to justify their wavering, fleeting or faltering emotions, particularly when overwhelmed or confronted with something or someone, who has a much deeper depth !
In fact, your emotive write reminded me of the following quote;
“Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic…”
Anais Nin
In fact, your emotive write reminded me of the following quote;
“Anxiety is love's greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic…”
Anais Nin
25th Oct 2021 6:33pm
Thank you for reading and commenting.
The quote that comes to mind, by Robert Francis, is, "It is not my duty to defend poetry, but rather the duty of poetry to defend me."
I am merely the scribe.
The quote that comes to mind, by Robert Francis, is, "It is not my duty to defend poetry, but rather the duty of poetry to defend me."
I am merely the scribe.
