She lays next to me snoring, I layed quietly with precipitation on my pillow
When will my mind not cast this shadow, of a soul that's unable handle
A fear of rejection and loss, because no one gets a mind like ours
All moments becomes ones untouched, with a wall only we can climb up
Left unanswered it will start to build, until a prison is revealed
Slowly recruits are made, ready to echo negatively if an escape is made
Now we just move averting any eye gaze, or the whole system will surely implode
The only option left is to write or go home, I'm not ready to leave this road
So I'll title this as just another poem and go to bed hoping for a better tomorrow
Yet sadly knowing there is only ever a moment, I'll keep the faith in my ability to be triumphant
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Unable to keep this all in, after only 3 hours sleep! This week and year has been so mentally draining, I need to keep writing or my sanity won't make it! But then what is normal anyway.... Much peace and respect... Thanks to thoses that give their time, I know it's precious!
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That better tomorrow will be there for you Dan, just look back at how far you have moved on in your life, you have come a long way and will always be better than you were.
Andy
Thank you Andy! I am so glad I didn't write all my first thoughts when I read this yesterday.. I honestly thought I'd gone full circle but you are right! I can't go back and now as write this, little lady has woken up to now join me and give mum a rest!
Always appreciate your time my friend
It's more than just another poem - super work and a true cry from the heart.
There most definitely was a few years my friend but like they say "clears the window to the soul" so you can write little rhymes as wonderful as yours!
Thanks as always,
Hi Poetic Dan,
Just another poem but wait this is a good poem.
Only three hours sleep and you came up with this perfect write.
Keep writing ✍ and safe during lockdown
FineB
I know right! It's funny the words that can just flow when you are letting go!
I'll always as safe as I want to be, I truly thank for your time and positive vibes!
May you never lose that spirit and help us all continue to write...
A FineB you are, of boundless light!
these hallway lanes of artistry's inspirational spurts must always be treasured, so write, let it all out and enjoy the ride,
as soon enough those lacklustre corridors of worrisome blank pages will seemingly overtake,
such is the curse of stop-start - jarring ebb-n-flow: endured by all Poets,
good read
I've read this 3 times now and it keep g getting better!
Thank you
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