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My heart has broken and my soul is dead,
My mind has escaped and I can’t find my head,
Dejection too deep, there is no way out
Now fully consumed, of this there’s no doubt
My stomach is sickened and my spirits a mess
My soul now decomposing, I feel in my chest
The air is restricted, each breath becomes tight
Instinct kicks in, fight or flight.
You..
my dear, have come to the right place. We postpoets are always here to lend a shoulder, a hand, or a good laugh in times of desperation.
May you find peace and solace
In the comforting friendship you'll find
From all of these poetic minds
May you find your own voice
To stand with the many in life
Etching all thoughts into rhymes
And may you find your welcome
As we share in the words that you write
While we offer a place to realign
...and, I would like to personally invite you to the postpoemies collaboration of Regrets
http://www.postpoems.org/authors/roc/poem/940506
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr