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Emptiness
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Social Interaction Toss in bed rub forehead
Lay on stomach, does not help.
Wipe off scenes, seen on screen
Woman curator's
demolished dreams
Profuse tears
At
Yokels ransacks.
Memories rush; heart miss beat
Tibet mayhem, heritage defeat.
Sandalwood burn strewn all around
despairs, desolate
Mother alone
In
Child separation.
Embrocation
to
Cure emphysema
From the lungs
Of Our Civilisation. Void.
I liked this poem because, It brings out everyone's true inside and I appreciate this. It bring's out their soul as well as everything else they disire, I also can tell that the way you wrote it was the opposite of everthing else I see. Nothing can stop you now, You can get through this by yourself. That's how I fell in love with poetry, I also know you can do anything you put your mind into, You've done it to your Poetry as well as everyone else.That's how I know you truely love to do this and so do I.
All I can say is WOW! You are an AWESOME writer!!!