Good write, Damian. There’s always that “Lord Of The Flys” affect when too many egos are involved. I’m glad you broke away.

Sometimes when we opt to bow out, we find amazing things. Where you go will always be determined by you that way. What they do? As my daughter would say, that’s a them problem. Fly, my friend!

I’ve been there. I know the animosity that grows over time slowly until it boils over. It’s very disappointing after it’s all over and done. It keeps going through your mind even years later. Good one, Damian.

Tremendous work, my friend.

We are always in a state of change. I’m trying to let go of past events. People may read a piece or two about enduring an horrific childhood but there comes a point to emerge as the survivor and not dwell on what can’t be changed.

That’s some fantastic venting. “Blame everyone not named you”. I been butting heads lately with someone like this.

Great ink.

Everyone Sux! Powerful write Damian.

As I’m new here and don’t know your story and I don’t know the background to your write here but I loved it’s raw energy the swearing 🤬 even and the emotion the regrets (if any )self doubt of your decision (probably not ) and the style so
When you gotta go you just gotta go ! A new chapter awaits you

Hi all good Thanks have a good day

Wow, that’s incredibly raw and honest. You really capture the intensity and eventual breaking point of that kind of toxic partnership. It’s great to hear your creativity has resurfaced– you definitely ended on the strongest note by realizing you decide when to bow out.

Don’t ya just know when enough is enough .. Well penned my friend .. 😎👍

Thomas this speaks to me of deep abiding beauty in a timeless land. The imagery of the robin just learning to use its wings taking flight on the Western wind is just sublime. Loved reading this tonight.

John

Awesome write, Thomas. It reminds me of Tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

Excellent Thomas 😎👍

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Speaking facts here, excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

It flew though! Mine often slam into trees at least once. I love the way you gave the pen over & let it go

I agree with you, Thomas…that some poems actually write themselves, especially the ending, which I find to be quite surprising when the moment offers itself to me. I especially loved the eloquence and poetic nature of a “tangerine sky”. Wow, now why haven’t I ever thought of that? Good to have another transplant from the WC at the helm. Good seeing you, Thomas!

Good to see you. Thanks. Hello Poetry is another fantastic site.

Beautiful. Music can take us anywhere even in the wrong direction. Myself, I love the cello and the sound of a weeping violin.

hello dearest poet I can feel the deep resonating emotions from this poem ❤️

Dark and wonderful even if it wasn’t meant to be! Excellent write!