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Caged

Caged

Analogue 
In a digital age 
Peering out 
Through an oxidizing cage..
 

No self recognition 
Under the heavy weather
Perspiration rusts the bars more
As I tear out another feather..

Through the bars
Posts another pay cheque
Payment for poison 
That helps me forget..

Spreadsheets
Forecasts 
Anylitical data

Music
Writing 
Drinking 

My downfall and saviour...

Loosing my last marble 
In the game of Kerplunk 

Words are analogue 
Numbers are c***s 

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Ella

I just loved that!! well done

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Syd

Thank you Ella. I'm glad you enjoyed the poem. Sometimes it's good for me to vent lol.

- Syd 

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Syd

Thank you Lisa. Always a pleasure to read your comments.

- Syd 

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Syd

I always try to DD. Most of my writing comes from inside. Glad you enjoyed this one. Thank you.

- Syd 

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Syd

Thank you John. I'm sad and happy at the same time with you being able to identify with the feeling.

- Syd 

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RG

Wow ! You weren’t kidding , what a write . 

“Music
Writing 
Drinking 
My downfall and saviour...“
so relatable , I felt this was taken from my head , as these are my vices , I’m trying to lose the drinking but it’s a slow gradual battle .  Superb writing

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Syd

Thank you so much Rob. It seems we think and vice alike 😂. I've been trying for years to conquer some of my bad habits with only limited luck.

I look forward to reading more from you - Syd 

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RG

I guess it’s safe to say we are the 
“ limited “ edition lol 
Its always comforting to know we’re not alone and I agree there are many parallels . I think instant changes leads to relapses where gradual changes are more sustainable so we will get there , one write at a time has been my journey . 

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