Cleverly penned, Wally. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

There’s a quiet reverence in this—like you’re circling something sacred without naming it.
That “there” feels like the pulse beneath memory and mind, the kind of presence that steadies a man when the noise falls away.

Absolutely. Survival is never selling your soul. Nice;))

This cuts like a jagged blade—raw, relentless, and unflinching.
You’ve carved the chaos of guilt and power into verse that doesn’t beg for mercy, it demands it.

“Bloodshot brain struggles to recognize.” A lot of powerful lines, but this right here, I think, hits the hardest. So much is happening, so many of us walking around dazed and confused, so many of us see what’s going on and struggle to make sense of it, so many of us find it hard to process, we look away, hide behind comforts, behind lies, behind whatever makes it digestible. Loved this!

Well done Damian. This one cuts deeps and lets the truth ooze out into our consciousness. Perfect!

Survival.. its the only logical way to go forward .. Muchly enjoyed .. thankfully with my soul intact .. Neville

I love a great write about survival.
There have been times where I tell myself to get through the next few hours.
Just get through it and it will be fine.
Then the next and the next.

One of my ‘good or bad” traits is that I don’t back down from anything. I have no problem questioning literally anything that seems wrongish. Your write reminds me of that. How the masses fall off the cliffs blindly, not hesitating or asking why.
You’ve been on quite an artistic soapbox lately. Stand tall, preach it brother. You’re a natural.

I wish more of them would admit their wrong-mindedness when Truth hits them. But they seem to double down on their willful ignorance and continue their zombie march. Fueled by the love of division and dominance. Too blind to recognize they’re being dominated by their white messiah. This time has definitely brought the hate and ugliness out in broad daylight. It’s always been there, but not as overtly. When the dust settles and (hopefully) decency as returned to the top, they’ll ooze grudgingly back into their sewers. But we will always know they’re there and remember who they really are. Never sell the soul…powerful indeed, my friend

This is a thought-provoking piece.

Thanks Fia….

Powerfully penned, Peter. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

A quiet, stoic acceptance. Letting go takes real strength. I am beginning to learn myself. Thank you.

Very nice description and the mad hatter ending made me smile.

Powerfully penned, Wally. Excellent write my friend, grabbed me by the heartstrings a bit. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

Wow this a touching piece. The memory of him building the house for her as he is passing away is sweet and sad