I rarely see a smile from you
But it is the same for me too.
Sometimes you bring me comfort, but mostly grief and pain
I try to turn and hide form you, but there is just no way.
No matter where I run to you are always there.
I turned to face you one last time and I see only me.
A shared suffering leads to..
a close with a big reveal that you are suffering alone. But yet, as you confess, it is by your own hand. This is not to say you are to fault, but rather that somewhere in you must be the key to step out of this tragedy into a story you more desire. Keep searching for it. Writing, I am convinced, means you are searching. All the best.
The Tragedy Of Me
Not to run from, occasionally to find. At 71, I can say I did good mosta ma days, helped quite a lot of folks over the decades. Made living better for friends and family. Great for the grandson. Mr. Notre Dame sophmore.
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I run campaigns and plan to follow my own advice and get up and do something! Novel 7 can wait a summer. :D
The last line brings the poem
The last line brings the poem to a quite unexpected conclusion; a very powerful way to conclude it.
Starward
Thank you :)
Thank you :)
For me, insanity is super sanity. The normal is psychotic. Normal means lack of imagination,