Poem -
no sky
there is no end to that
she cannot say
and here she writes another day
her people gone
her paper long
her bloody writing
scars across a page
and here she writes another day
a day unlived in her own way
a day unloved
the day must pay
her people barred and cast away
her fingers stubs that form the
words that float up into voids,
unheard
her face
a table touching frown, her eyes
cast ever down and down
and there the pages
pile up high
make small steps up towards
no sky
her paper long
her people gone
her words just bloody scars
across a page
M P 5/7/22
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Whst can I say? This is utterly brilliant but I am so sorry that you have been made to suffer like this. I hear you and I care ❤ xx
Hi beautiful soul...we all suffer, we suffer even more if we ask questions and challenge the answers...assuming there are answers. In the absence of such...we make up our own and personally I think that's fair enough so...tough on god then.
Hugs ...and thanks...many of each ❤
the middle and most important part of my message here on this magnificent page has been writ in invisible ink
and therefore, I think this is absolutely
shit I run out of in
Lol...clever evaluation ...thanks Neville x