What might this day hold
I am mangled, undressed
I am inconsequential, and
Failing life's test
My soul does not want me
It councels me not
I am deadly alive in
A space god forgets
To come.
I feel your pain and grief, we cannot simply rely on anyone to get us through, we all have these feelings and you really have made a poinent poem that truly the reader feels and I for one I can relate too. 🌹
Your poetry voice is honed perfectly. What brilliant lines there are in this poem! I'm just so sorry to know that your ink comes from the depths of agony. Hugs sweet friend xx
I was probably just feeling sorry for myself again lol...I promise to write a happy one..for you...just to see if I still can lol...thanks so much Tina...for always understanding and never judging X
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Hello Marion,
it's difficult feeling lost, you capture this vividly
sending love
Lorna xx
Right back at you...thanks so much Lorna X
I feel your pain and grief, we cannot simply rely on anyone to get us through, we all have these feelings and you really have made a poinent poem that truly the reader feels and I for one I can relate too. 🌹
Thanks so much love for taking the time x
Hello Marion...
I always thought it was a hiding place...
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong
It most definitely is my friend, maybe you know because you have one too?
thankyou love...hugs x
Your poetry voice is honed perfectly. What brilliant lines there are in this poem! I'm just so sorry to know that your ink comes from the depths of agony. Hugs sweet friend xx
I was probably just feeling sorry for myself again lol...I promise to write a happy one..for you...just to see if I still can lol...thanks so much Tina...for always understanding and never judging X
❤️❤️ xx