I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️

This is deep.
Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
Great perspective Tim.

Powerfully penned, Tim. Another great write my friend. We all fear death. Appreciate you.

Damian

This feels tender in its grief. The simplicity makes the hurt more real.

this picked at my claustrophobic side very dark I myself want an ocean send off so I can be sand great write ❤️

Interesting comment, Crimsin. Thank you.

I’m digging dark Tim!
These two stanzas build quite the image and feeling.
Truly enjoyed this other side of your writing:)

Well this is interesting! I love the tie in with her as the subject header. It’s a tight rhyme scheme, very clever.

Cleverly penned, Tim. Excellent write with amazing flow my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

Damian

You speak of a bizarre situation. If it’s not dementia than it’s paranoia. That can be hard to deal with, especially when moving to another state is seriously considered. Definitely a case for stress for the one who has to listen to it all. Good one, Thomas.

Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here

I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally loved

Patience like a prayer,
thinking until my brain bruises.

This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.

“But then they glance at me.
And those eyes cut through.
Like I’m part of it now.”

Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

Damian

Footsteps that do not belong to the house are a rupture, not necessarily danger,
but a shift in the contract between space and silence.
They mark the moment when architecture stops being loyal.

Appreciate you!

ty

I echo your thoughts Damian. I mentioned to a friend the other day that everything is corrupt now – Companies…people in business…the government…car dealers…you name it. It’s like we’ve gotten to a point where scamming people is the norm now. Great write my friend.

Oh you know I’m over here furiously nodding and grabbing logs for the fire. I have come to the place of having to mute and cover the face of the colostomy bag. It’s not worth the heart palpitations and anger rising. I refuse to allow my health to be further deteriorated by that overstuffed cheese puff. Another marshmallow, my friend? I’m adding wood to the fire!

Oohh!
This just keeps building and the last line nailed it amigo.
Great write!

wowee this is menacing I can feel your heat and displeasure ❤️

Damian love your writes vuz. Always a deep thinking

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Angel. So glad you connected with the write my friend. That it does, and it’s not pretty to watch. Appreciate you.

Damian

Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Thomas. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Opposites and Gravitational Longing… Lemon tea, my friend, lemon tea!

Your wording and poem is superb. Great piece for the deep thinker.

This was not only powerful but very relatable because many of us are feeling the frustration, watching the corruption take place. But you’re right, it won’t end nice and then more of the atrocities will unfold.
Thank you for sharing. Great work.