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    I'm sorry

    hello Eric,I wanted you to know I can hear youdeeply sensitive soul I can feel your presenceI'm sad because you carried your burden without letting on just how sick you werethere is nothing to forgive for memy heart is...

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    • Yes! I agree, let’s make sure those we love know how much we treasure them, while there is time.

      Admittedly I struggled to read this through. The emotion is so incredibly palpable here, each word a pang of familiar grief.

      If this is a personal loss for you – condolences , myfriend.

      Clay

      • hello Clay thank you it was my son of thirty six that is him in the picture I’m very sad that is the last statement to us all he is going to make please forgive me 💕

    • A thought shared by all for someone. 🌼

    • Powerfully penned, Brenda. A mother’s love is unconditional my friend. Truly am sorry for your loss. Appreciate you.

      Damian

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    Toxic Enema

    Your body is limited by ropeEyes of fear, as your molested & gropedGo ahead, try it, you can't moveHeart pumping so fast, you do not approve He asks you if he can pound your assIt doesn't matter, as he rams...

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    Living the 'merican dream

    Checkout at the marketThere she is21 years oldDropped out of high school at 16Baby in one armFive year old at her feetTwo different fathersThey both left as soon as they knew she was pregnantShe lives with her mom &...

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    • Powerfully written, highly realistic, and illuminating poem on some people’s lives. You wrote this so well, my friend. The ongoing tragedy is captured with vivid and clear storytelling that gives the reader a glimpse into what is going on with this woman through observations so clear that I can empathize with her. She seems to be a result of an upbringing that left her lost. And you illustrate this perfectly here.

      John

      • Tragedy & the dark. As you can see that’s what I love to write about. It comes easy for me to illustrate. Thank you John.

    • It is a sad reality for most. But her priorities are fucked! Thank you my friend. Appreciate the feedback!

    • Truth be told. Life is often cold.

    • Another write that punches you in the gut. Well done!

    • Powerfully penned, Keith. Priorities lead to choices, great write my friend. Appreciate you.

      Damian

    • Priorities schmiorities… it is indeed a sad reality for many as Adira stated. But I mean come on??? I’d free bleed if it came down to feeding my kid, something’s gotta give here…

      Also hope the POS who gave her the bruises got what he deserved..

      Well done my friend, you’re amazing as always!

      xx
      ~P.G💋

    • You did a great job with this, dear Keith! You are a precise observer and fantastic and non judgmental storyteller who léaves it to the reader to make up their own mind. Concerning me, I pity the woman but at the same time I can’t understand that her baby isn’t her first priority. If possible, breastfeeding would be a wise idea to give the child a solid basis for a healthier life. Maybe, just maybe this baby could be the person to break the vicious crcle of violence, poverty and hopelessness.

      • Hello Sappho. Options were there for this woman but she chose what mattered for herself, not the baby. You hope the kid has a brighter future, but the % of that is very slim. Thanks my friend.xo

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    She was tricked

    You and me Let's do it!The rooftop tonightLife hasn't been so good to usShe agreedWe arrived at the top of our apartment complex10 stories down is the sidewalkI looked at her she looked at meI turned aroundShe threw herself...

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    Inkletting

    It begins—not with a word—but a winnowing of silence.An inkling.This hush before quill bleedsonto the parchment.The ink drop dangles,glistens in my candlelight.A golden glimmer on a black drop. That is all it takes.As doubt ripples, certainty dissolves,while the poetry spills. I...

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