Drips of pain fall in a well,
dark, midnight fathomless hole
Waters of emotion build and swell,
deluge beyond heart's control
Distilled from anguish's turbulent storm
running rivulets pour
hope into drowning desperation transform
as heaven opens its door
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Offline) - Published: April 25th, 2024 03:51
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Do you really believe there's relief from that kind of extreme psychic pain, Soren?
Rich write.
My response Dave is in tomorrow's poem so I'll procrastinate the answer my friend. Oh a hint, the answer may be a bit of a surprise. Thanks so much for the read Dave..
My dear sorrenbarret I feel as if I'm reading a last goodbye before an operation, I say this because it brought back the very feelings I had just 3 years ago. I hope I'm wrong though. 🌹
No dear friend no pending operations or goodbyes for the present just writes but thank you for the read and kind words of concern.
Good write SB.
Ahh, sooooo - Verse 1, line 2 - you know my current state in marriage with KP?! lol.
Thanks Orchi sorry about reminding you about that but it seems every day I'm reminding you or that.
I likes it really! heehee.
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