The ache is not a discomfort.
It’s anguish.
A laceration,
Piercing into the core
Of what I believed to be true.
I mourn who we were
Before the distortion
Led us to who we have become.
Good to see you dear Ayala – even though your (very accomplished) poem is disturbing.
Thank you!
I'm sorry whoever-it-is is going through that! In communicating distress, this poem is very effective.
Some people have always been this way, though the realization of it does leave some deep scars
Sadly...
These lines are amazing:I mourn who we wereBefore the distortion Led us to who we have becomewonderful poem, I feel like I can relate.
Thank you.
I see your point... Well written
Thanks!
Heartbreaking... and so very relatable. Sigh.
Thinking of you fondly friend. I hope you are well
Good to see you dear Ayala – even though your (very accomplished) poem is disturbing.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteI'm sorry whoever-it-is is going through that! In communicating distress, this poem is very effective.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteSome people have always been this way, though the realization of it does leave some deep scars
ReplyDeleteSadly...
DeleteThese lines are amazing:
ReplyDeleteI mourn who we were
Before the distortion
Led us to who we have become
wonderful poem, I feel like I can relate.
Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI see your point... Well written
ReplyDeleteThanks!
DeleteHeartbreaking... and so very relatable. Sigh.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you fondly friend. I hope you are well
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