Questions came up, to ask back what I gave away to survive...
my inner spirit to live another day as deep down I am done.
The main reason I give all I have every day is that maybe I'll not be here tomorrow!
This was not to embrace every moment but to make sure I am not forgotten..
Next is my desire to endless escape this reality and drift
Unable to ever truly connect without drowning in it first
Becoming a slave to the object setting me free
I gave away love to be in many places I didn't want to be
To young to understand the damage of hidden authenticity
No going back to a life that was now not a part of me
Forever to feel alone amongst friends and family
Only the strongest will survive navigating the 7 seas
May my answers bring calmness within a lighthouse to just be
Where every kiss is not the end but a beautiful beginning
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This came up on podcast and won't lie that after heard it and repeated it I cried, turned it off until the evening and sat quietly in the evening. Next day was still a bit low until I wrote all this down and now I'm ready to let go, asking back for what I need and definitely no more! Hopefully soon I can live what I tattooed on....
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'Next is my desire
to endless escape, this reality and drift
Unable to ever truly connect
without drowning - in it first
Becoming a slave, to the object
setting me free
I gave away love
to be in many places
I didn't want to be
To young to understand
the damage: of hidden authenticity'..
(these - your words, sing: regret's soundtrack
to my youthful days of floundered opportunity
and blindly chosen path of counterfeit integrity...)
thank you! dear poet
just reading your insightful wisdom
was a therapeutic experience
I'm honoured you joined me in a past adventure down memory lane! It's slowly becoming therapeutic to me, as you truly help when listening to my rambling plee.
Always appreciated
When the beauty comes from within, it's reflected back to the source. Dan, you are the hero within. 👍
Boom your words ring so true good sir!
We all move on in our lives Dan and you have moved on so far into a place where love and beauty are all around you as they will be again tomorrow and all the days of your long life to come.
Andy
A Andy to that my friend lol
Always a pleasure to see your name!
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