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Once bright, turns to gray
Sun diminishes, fades away
Although I beg, it doesn’t stay
No desire, to keep me warm
Clouds scurry, across the sky
I watch them, as they race by
Darkness falls, tis then I cry
While shadows take their form
Hidden deep, but I can see
The anguish pent, inside of me
I let go, release, alas, misery
Knows nothing of the norm
Though try I might, I find no hope
Why is it that I cannot cope?
I’m holding on, yet, lose my rope
There is no calm before my storm
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Day by day D
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The holidays are the hardest…
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So much pain in this verse, Dorinda; I want to reach through the screen and hug you.
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I can feel the hugs ❤
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This very raw and wonderful verse. It does feel like we are all struggling in a storm right now. We all need to hold onto that rope, but it keeps slipping out of our hands.
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I am struggling with the death of my mother. Add in the pandemic, and….
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Sorry for your loss,
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Thank you.
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This is a very emotional poem, Dorinda.
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I have been struggling, Robbie. It’s all too raw…
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Yes, I understand. Hugs.
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