Poem -
Dear...??
i am troubled god
everything trouble'sÂ
i can't hear your voice
or your words anymore
there are times in the darkness
when the moon calls me forth
when i desperately try to
decipher...some... source...
to understand language i don't
understand
then... i'll strain up, strain out...
grasp at air with my hand
because it's there god, i feel it,
in the wind's sultry breath
so i'll ask then... i'll plead...
Dear... what/where is death?
M P 7/6/22
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Hugs, Marion! Xx
Thankyouđxx
Wow absolutely love this piece .. peace of writing .Â
bravo very very well put .Â
Keep looking up , the sky is beautiful and the stars are their to light the way , drifting on the fog , is the farewell . Â
Chin up against the odds .
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Thanks love x
Death is out there waiting with all the answers to the questions or just one final answer. Not knowing the answers and struggling with the questions, the subject of death makes frightened, confused fools of us if we are outside a faith or belief.
I am.outside a faith or belief...I am a fool with many questions...it is good to.question...why wouldn't we when we have brains that do nothing else...nothing else at all. Thanks so much DA x