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Conversation lags
As tension fills the air
Words I wish to say aloud,
But never will I dare.
Turn the wrath of devil’s breath,
Into a burning pyre
Anger lashes back at me,
And I begin to tire.
Wonder what it is I seek,
Outside my bolted door
Is there life beyond the pale?
Or is it nothing more
Than washed out wishes
And fallen dreams
A silence filled
With curdling screams?
Try again, to fight the pain,
Encumbering at best
A plight I’d never give myself
Is given at my behest.
Strange that I would choose this path,
Heavy thorns do block my way
What happened in the aftermath?
Was it something I did say?
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Nice flow 🤓👍
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Thank you 🙂
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I like the flow 🤓👍
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You have me worried. Are you ok?? Hugs to you dear friend. 😊❤
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I am hanging in, Walt. Been a very rough 7 months. ❤
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Sounds like my 2019. I hope things get better for you dear friend.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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These are strange times, and the stress and fear play out differently for each of us. Your words touch on a universal phenomena I should think.
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I think many are afraid to truly say what’s on their mind. How sad we live in a world such as this.
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Very sad.
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I think you’re right, Dorinda. For me, I just can’t keep my emotions inside. Being able to talk through or think through what’s been stirred up this past year has actually helped me deal with it better.
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Fabulous poetry ❤
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Thank you so very much! ❤
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You’re welcome ❤️
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