On a Scale of
a dagger’s been left in my chest
this isn’t about severed romance
sharp analogies won’t rest
pain lines my ribs in a radiating dance
this isn’t about severed romance
it’s about the inability to cope
pain lines my ribs in a radiating dance
every rising number subtracts from hope
it’s about the inability to cope
the Reaper’s shadow towers
every rising number subtracts from hope
the aches won’t abate and my heart cowers
the Reaper’s shadow towers
Limbo is foggy with fear–the waiting
the aches won’t abate and my heart cowers
I’m certain I’m disintegrating
Limbo is foggy with fear–the waiting
sharp analogies won’t rest
I’m certain I’m disintegrating
a dagger’s been left in my chest
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Very hard to do
And very very well done!
Thank you very much!! 🙏🙏💚💫
This one takes the form
and makes it THUMP,
makes a lasting impression
Thank you, Jim!! I can’t quit the pantoum, good thing it’s poetry month. I clearly needed it. 💚💙🙏🙏