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Should it come to an end, never to remain
My world, restricted, again and again
A finite place, I have come to loathe
Trapped by limits, naked, unclothed
Living inside of me, a place to call home
Colorful nights, in vibrant monotone
Watching the shadows, creep in with a smile
Knowing they won’t last more than awhile
Yet, I still have this time, should I complain?
As I listen to the infinite, whisper in vain
The Daily Post – Finite
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This is amazing poetry, perfect imagery; very heartfelt and familiar…I often feel this way too. I am remembering you now, from one of my earlier blogs–nice to reconnect 🙂
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Thank you so very much! What was your other blog?
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Oh dear, I was afraid you’d ask that–I’ve had so many, that I honestly can’t keep track, I’m sorry–but it was probably within the past year to 18 months 🙂
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“A finite place, I have come to loathe…” resonates for me. Beautiful poem. Thank you!
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Thank you very much. Sadly, it resonates for a lot of us…
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True.
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