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Monday, November 11, 2013
Residue Truth
Residue Truth
Our spinning world
blasting through
the Universe
littered with
jagged pieces
of broken souls
shattered dreams
of poet warriors
devastation
in the ashes
of
lost aspirations
overwhelming
carnage
we tip toe
around
daily
as not to
be stained
by the
charred
memories
of our
sorry
history
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so close to home lately, very profound
ReplyDeleteThanks for kind words.. Our past haunts us daily
ReplyDeleteWe endure our own pain mostly without even noticing that we endure. When we are aware of the pain of others we may feel inadequate, guilty even. If that is so then we will do what we can to help to the best of our ability an d that is all we can do.
ReplyDeleteSo very true that so often by helping others we help ourselves
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