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purposeless
This morning I awoke
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
to find
I am again
not quite alive,
and loned
closed up
within the greying grief
of rainy days.
I’m drained of  hope
that anywhere in all
the hours  ahead
before I once more
go to sleep
I’ll  know contentment or
a centering.
Published 27th Jan 2025
Author's Note
What I want when I ask for honest I’m asking for an articulate thought-filled analysis of whether I do or do not use the literary devices that a writer needs to use for his or her attempt at poetry to effectively bring a reader inside an experience. So if you wish to comment on my submissions, please give me what I request from you. Responses that say little more than "I like it" or "I don't like what you have written" are useless to me since I want to know how and why my attempts at poetry are or are not worth reading.
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