dunCe....

HoW cAn fOOtprinTs reMain
wHen hE,
hE doeS nOt
hOw caN cLotheS hAng uP tAll
wHen hE's laiN doWn tO Rot
HOw cAn sOMEone bE heRe
theN Be
NoT hEre aT oNce
EXPlain tO mE goD, I'm A sloW
LeaRning dunCe...
HOw CaN bReath cauSe thE RiSe
oF a luNg over TheRe
ThEn stoP jUst liKe thaT
fiLLinG mOUths witH deAd aiR
hOw CAn eYes faiL to closE anD
sTay bLind opEn WiDe
EXPlain To mE goD cOs mY
BRAin sliPS aNd sLideS
AnD, hoW cAn I eveR Be
PaSSing exaMs?
iF tHeRe'S sO bLoodY mUch
I jusT doNt UnderStanD
HOw caN soMeone bE heRe
tHen bE nOt heRe aT oNce
ExplAin tO Me gOd, I'M A sloW
LeaRninG duNce
M P 10/9/21
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I thought similar when I lost my mum. One minute here, gone the next. I cannot begin to imagine the pain you feel but this poem leaves us in no doubt of its horror. Bless you. Hugs xx
Yes I bet you did Tina...probably still feel the same...a magicians trick!! Thanks love...hugs xxx
I agree with Tina, I think some of us experience this dunce feeling. Because it's senseless and dam right torturous, so why? I wish I could turn back time and change things for the better for you my friend ❤ xx hugs
Thanks Gwen, hope you are oK xxx