To contemplate on loneliness Marion, is a human minefield and mind field and a hopeless task.
For nothing good comes of it, nobody wants to be forgotten or unattended.
I say nothing good, unless, a person, a human being, has been through the wringer, exploited by one or others who are no more around.
A fearless poem for all now to view and perhaps catharsis for yourself.
Hugs to you Marion :)
Shaun x
Lived my whole life being lonely for my dad...usual story Tina repeated in families a trillion times over... that's what I'm writing here... and I thank you so much for reading dear friend x
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To contemplate on loneliness Marion, is a human minefield and mind field and a hopeless task.
For nothing good comes of it, nobody wants to be forgotten or unattended.
I say nothing good, unless, a person, a human being, has been through the wringer, exploited by one or others who are no more around.
A fearless poem for all now to view and perhaps catharsis for yourself.
Hugs to you Marion :)
Shaun x
Hey Shaun... thankyou so much for a truly indepth reply... you shine! Hugs x
Ouch, M. 'despite'Â being the operative wordÂ
Perfect R... you got it in one... thankyou x
Being alone and being lonely are two very different things, as your poem, here, suggests to me x
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Lived my whole life being lonely for my dad...usual story Tina repeated in families a trillion times over... that's what I'm writing here... and I thank you so much for reading dear friend x
Thank you for sharing Marion.
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No... thank YOU for reading Wilford... appreciated x