No rain tonight
The room is hot, too hot
Still air and the smell of dampness creeps through my window
I’m alone and far away from home
My life is now a chain of broken dream rooms
I like it that way
I can’t go backwards, but weary to move forward
Death makes life easier somehow
Less choices
Less masks
Less of everything, except grief
Lot’s of grief
Can’t get far enough away
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hi dearest Keith Happy Birthday?
this is very good but dark ❤️
Thank you Brenda. Appreciate it. xo
Death makes life easier somehow…. WOW….now why didn’t I think of that
Hello Sam. It does, but then we can’t write poems or stories anymore. Thanks for the feedback.
Visions this goes deep. I could feel the emotions of the narrator as he spoke. Fine work.
John
Thank you kindly for the inspirational feedback here.
Powerfully penned, Keith. This read like a letter left to fuck with cops kinda vibe. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
That was sort of what I was going for. Great observation my friend.