The habit
of hurting me.
I come back dirty,
empty,
peeled.
Is it my fault?
The shadow
that has accompanied me
for as long as I can remember.
Each blow
cracks the dome,
the inhabitants...
ruined by pain.
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Author:
Damaso (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The shadows threaten to ruin them all
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Comments4
A deep message in this poem dark and foreboding it speaks to the doubt and questioning or ourselves that reside in all of us. Lovely
Thank you so much for stopping by and sharing your words about threat and fear in the Shock Doctrine. Best regards.
much enjoyed, thanks for sharing
Well, I'm very happy for your words. Thanks for stopping by. Best regards.
most welcome
Indeed. I get this message to its core...personally. Thank you for this. 👏🌹
Thank you, my friend, for your words; they are very comforting. I'm glad there are people who understand. Best regards.
You are most welcome!
a very good write, enjoyed
Thank you so much for stopping by. Again, best regards!
you are most welcome
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