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A tremor, of which, there is no control
Wrestles my being, invading my soul
Carries me down, into the darkened abyss
How much longer, can I go on like this!
Looking for mercy, from the pain that’s inflicted
The horrors, and heartache, that have me restricted
No movement can ease, this demon inside me
Under my pillow, perhaps I can hide me
From dealing with this, again and again
And others who look, with obvious disdain
They know not what it is, I am truly feeling
Or how much destruction, I’ve been concealing
Am I never to find the answers I seek?
Or is it just that I’ve gotten much too weak?
Should I try to put this pain, and misery to rest?
And forget all this time, I am still quite oppressed
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Fascinating.
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Thank you 🙂
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It seems we both felt the darkness today within our lives and lines. Here’s to brighter days to come my dear x
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They do come out when we least expect them. I hope your days are brighter, dear Damien. You certainly brighten mine with your words 🙂
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I love this poem!!! 🙂
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Your welcome! 🙂
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A small incident can call them all up again and they take control for much too long.
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Seems to be a few incidents. I’m hoping they go away soon!!!
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Oh well! I hope so too very much, dear 💖
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They make for interesting writes though 😉
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Ha, definitely!!
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