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alone in this
we all must find
our own
way,
find our own way
through;
the dirty looking
glass
days,
the asylum
years,
this vacuum
life.
each of us is
alone in
this,
we have always
been alone in
this,
alone like:
a forgotten
religion
an old drunk
sitting at
the end
of a
bar
the whispers of
the dead
telling
us to
live.
here for a
few
minutes,
gone
forever.
we are
alone,
desperate, beautiful flowers
casting seeds into
a hurricane
wind.
Published 19th Dec 2021
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19th Dec 2021 12:34pm
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19th Dec 2021 4:15pm
trying desperately to regain control in hopes of keeping those roots buried deep and strong within sound soil!.... Were my thoughts...
To continue with the metaphor.... lol..
Your writing is so emotive and and cleverly impactful with so much real-life relatability....
The way you weave an idea into such whip cracking line after line, makes me marvel. I totally 'fan-girl' at most reads... and Damn, how I adore getting that opportunity!!
We may ultimately be alone in the grand scheme of things but when I'm reading your poetry, you're right there, with me.
My deepfelt thanks for sharing, bk!
Much love and appreciation,
🌹 xo
B
To continue with the metaphor.... lol..
Your writing is so emotive and and cleverly impactful with so much real-life relatability....
The way you weave an idea into such whip cracking line after line, makes me marvel. I totally 'fan-girl' at most reads... and Damn, how I adore getting that opportunity!!
We may ultimately be alone in the grand scheme of things but when I'm reading your poetry, you're right there, with me.
My deepfelt thanks for sharing, bk!
Much love and appreciation,
🌹 xo
B
19th Dec 2021 8:31pm
21st Dec 2021 6:07am
22nd Dec 2021 1:04am
30th Dec 2021 7:55pm
"The whispers of the dead telling us to live" it's a simple line but so profound and awakening.
That closing stanza conjures up a vivid image, how hopeless and helpless it can be.
Strong write.
That closing stanza conjures up a vivid image, how hopeless and helpless it can be.
Strong write.
30th Dec 2021 9:48pm
