Poem -

Our Daily Bread

the woman spoke
her lips churning words
echoing the caverns
of the bread isle
in tesco

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I searched in my heart
for that old nice soul part
of myself
that I knew
I once was

my lips churned out words
by the bread isleΒ 
in tesco
meaningless sounds
I no longer recall

my dead son stood close
holding tight to my hand
but she never once saw him
not once
not at all

M P 3/2/22

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Gwendoline

Read this twice, there is such a strong feeling of detachment in this write. Realty has shifted, yet no one else notices. Everything living is just going through the motions of existence. A hollow existence for the one feeling their reality has shifted. Fabulous writing again xx

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Marion

Hi love...yes you would understand... of course you would. Bit there is so much guilt also in feeling this way isn't there Gwen what with so many innocent dying..I should be grateful to be safe and alive but I'm not...God help me.

I cry for Ukraine every day...all those husbands fathers sons uncles brothers facing pointless fkn death.Β  But it's not a choice is it when the world becomes a play you are forced observe from distance is it...it's not even a play worth watching...too sad. I ramble...again...lol...hugs xx

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Gwendoline

Your rambles make sense to me my friend. And I can waffle a good’n and often do. I have felt ashamed to be human of late. Yesterday I saw paramedics working on a six year old, who couldn’t be saved after her home was bombed. I was in bits. Makes you question everything doesn’t it. Like you say, you are powerless to help. Just forced to watch it happeningΒ 

Hugs xx

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Marion

It's all horrible Gwen...the whole fkn world πŸ˜”πŸ˜”πŸ˜”

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Marion

You are absolutely right Lisa...mankind is vile to everything...animals each other and the planet...even the vastness of space does not escape our mess and pollution..I prefer nature and animals also to the point where I have no desire for any human contact other than I am forced to have. I have become quite reclusive apart from work. I think now I write out all the things I might have discussed with friends in a previous life lol. I love how we all have similar mindsets on here...hugs x

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