Kinda ‘fraid
to read
on days
when words bleed off pages…
Just being me
is a tragedy
knowing directions circle
flapping wings
licking tongues
ready to make the kill.
So…
is there a plan
to right the wrong
or steep longer
in a stew
cut-up songs
keys askew
melodies that don’t belong.
Just being me
is a tragedy
knowing directions circle
flapping wings
licking tongues
ready to make the kill.
seasons: a poetic journey 
That’s an interesting picture. “Just being me is a tragedy.” Sometimes I hate that I’m too sensitive, that I feel too much but I rather feel too much than be numbed.
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awesome one! hope and doubt – united…or should I say – just our reality
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Yep…. starting to see reality. 💔😞
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Reality is dropping more low …each day
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😞
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