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Without a sound
A silent din
Ringing loudly
Drowning me
In obscure thoughts
Mangled
Between reality
And imagination
Torn between
Here and then
With no ground
On which to plant my feet
I float
In an aura
Of uninspiring glow
Quickly fading
Into darkness
Ebony night
Pale against my skin
The moon
New
Sheds no light
Yet
I seek it
Dare to emerge
Eyes open
Only to be blinded
By ignorance, arrogance
And the loss of humanity
©2021 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
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Welcome back Lady D! Beautiful, thought provoking poetry! 😊❤
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Thanks so much, Walt ❤
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Beautiful Dorinda ❤
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Thank you, Julie! ❤
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I agree. A different style for you. Inspired.
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More a different me. Thank you, my friend.
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Welcome.
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Love this! Awesome work! ❤
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Sorry for the late response. Thank you so very much. ❤
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You are amazing.❤️
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I am humbled by your words ❤️
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