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No Help
Contributed by
invierno
on
Thursday, 31st July 2014 @ 06:06:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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I'm a wrecked man-
I swung the hammer
that beat me from a mighty boulder
to little bits to be consumed-
I could blame life ('tis true)
but what a lame excuse.
Now, scattered, in little bits of me
I gather with a broom,
restoring hopefully to former bloom.
The parts are scattered, no broom
up to this mighty task-
all for naught, this action mine,
I haven't fortitude to attack.
Here I lay, in pieces, scattered
hinter yon
as if it matters-
no one cares beyond myself,
this regrouping I to my shelf.
Copyright ©
invierno
... [
2014-07-31 18:06:45]
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Re: No Help
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by dvtpdw on
Friday, 1st August 2014 @ 02:09:12 PM AEST
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| Hidden within the words your write speaks lies your life's value and recovery. There is always hope and help - tho most of the time it's very hard to see. I could feel the despair and pain in each line, yet could see your hope. Very intense write, nicely penned, P |
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Re: No Help
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 2nd August 2014 @ 09:08:19 AM AEST
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Rebuilding, unlike restoration, requires demolition.
Refinement requires conflagration.
New growth springs forth from pruning.
Wonderful poem, I hope you find your way to reconstruction.
Cheers,
Mickey. |
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Re: No Help
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by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 24th May 2018 @ 11:16:56 PM AEST
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| Best of luck my friend! |
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