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The You...That Was Me

The You...That Was Me

Derelict mind
With eyes like marble stone
That gaze into an unknown space
The blight of time etched on a face
Once graced with smiles...
Now flown

Memories tumble like counterfeit notes
That choke the heart
Absurd
Misshapen words
Slur
Like broken verse

Attempting to reminisce
To kiss the truth
Which hides upon those fragile lips
And sits like a silent bridge
No one can find

Days grind
Unkind
They continue to unwind the mind
Unraveling those last remaining thoughts
Thoughts that grapple to be caught

Soon all shall merely be
An empty echo
Trapped inside a leathery shell...
Ones own hell

Still the body persists 
To exist
Even if the mind resists
Whilst all who love
Are forced to see
The deterioration
Of the you...
That was me

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Tony Taylor

My Goodness GWEN!!......this is an uncommonly sad piece of poetic brilliance......the deterioration.....you bring it to the forefront of the minds eye making it hard to look away when you wish you could....like the gory car accident you just can't help looking at......and you deliver it with such aplomb!!........To watch a loved one go through something like this is not only tragic.....but life altering in so many ways!! .....your skill as writer is on full display here.....you....dear soul....can write on ANY subject matter with authority and deep insight!!.......STUNNING!!.......wow!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xxoo

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Gwendoline

Gosh thanks Tony, your words always mean so much my friend. I am ever so grateful for all your encouragement and support during my time here at Cosmo. Yes there are always key moments in life that truly change you and how you see the world. This was definitely one of them for me. Many thanks for reading and leaving me your wonderful feedback. Your very good friend 
Gwen xx 

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Greg Etsell

Wow wow wow
what a great poem
I just love it

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Gwendoline

Bless you Greg and thank you ever so much for reading, pinning and leaving me your kind words 
Gwen xx 

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Marion

Wow!! I am soooo glad you are writing again. I really really completely understand the depth of your words Gwen...you know I do. You are an amazing writer my friend and...more art work please?? Hugs đź’–

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Gwendoline

Thank you my lovely friend ❤️ Sadly I know you do, I wish you didn’t. Thanks so much for wanting me to post more art. I need to get back into that side of things. Been a little distracted of late. Thanks for such lovely encouragement...and for your empathy my friend 💗 hugs xxx

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Neville

On rare occasions, I find words that leave me feeling this or that and remain aware that at the end of the day, they are just words .. Good words maybe and laid well .. but that's it, they are a collection of stacked words .. As a rule, I move on to the next page ..

Here though, I experienced something a little bit different .. The insidious deterioration & corresponding decline of the self, of one's very fabric, of their personality is no easy feat to convey in black and white .. and the insight or awareness shown is remarkable .. I know, because not only have I been there myself, but also because my work means I am required to spend considerable time with many individuals who are variously in their own dark places and for a variety of reasons as numerous as the number they collectively represent .. 

Whatever tragic situation, circumstance or event that served to inspire or prompt these particular words must surely have been considerable, catastrophic maybe, I presume life & personal history changing at least ..  

Sadly then, this is a mighty work indeed Gwen and I have no reservations in acknowledging again your poetic prowess .................. Neville x

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Gwendoline

Neville, I am a little speechless and have sat reading your amazing words that are not simply a comment, but almost an empathetic hug. Yes this comes from a time that truly altered my perception on life. I cannot thank you enough for your deeply attentive feedback on this particular piece. I am sorry you have experienced this yourself, both personally and professionally. You clearly are an amazing soul to be supporting those who find themselves suffering like this. Thank you so very much for giving me your time and leaving such a message. Means a lot my friend, truly it does. You are an amazing human and I am so pleased I get to read your work and know your poetic self. 

your grateful friend 
Gwen xx

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Wow ! to use an appropriate term for this write, Stunning! Gwen, you capture in words the way many ponder and try to express, but are not able to be so eloquent! Thank you for sharing your gift! I believe the body will be restored to its  youth, and immortality in the next life is a free gift,  can't wait to say I know you in the eternities!.............................................Jim

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Gwendoline

Hello Jim, I absolutely agree my good friend. I believe the body is simply a vessel, so we might experience and learn from this earthly life. When we die, we are released from the organic matter, and free once more to move forward to that immortality you speak of. I will be glad to know you on the other side too Jim. Many many thanks for leaving your wonderful words today 
Gwen xx

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