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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required the good The doors to my mind and heart circle as revolving doors. A peek inside and you see happy memories and joyous events, the loves, and lifelong friendships A cul-de-sac, though a dead end, has a circular finish, a merry-go-round that accumulates happiness as it spins into a cloud of beauty and nature, compassion, gods, and faith. The breathless moments in life, birth, newness, novelty, exuberance in being, living, experiencing laughter, butterflies, and springtime within my soul, my gratitude. the bad The doors to my mind and heart circle as revolving doors. A peek inside and you see the pocks of the years that came to leave their soured, sadistic truths. So, like a cul-de-sac you may enter but the exit is the same as you came. A Ferris wheel, past the highs and lows of lost hopes, of murky dreams that end with more questions than I will answer… A dead end with death as the prize for endless dreary days and noxious nights of sorrow, sadness, misery, and grief with no hope, no desire, no ambition faith gone and forgone, abortive. the ugly The doors to my mind and heart circle as revolving doors. A peek inside and you see the sear of anger and revenge spiraling apocalyptically. The cul-de-sac where giant wind turbines turn and churn and gnaw at my insides generating incompressible turbulence that amasses until it ruptures, spewing rage and outrage that I will honor… In and out, inescapable, dead like my heart, my soul black as coal, seeking retribution for perceived wrongs against me, ill-timed and sanguinary persecution.
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