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Connected To The Disconnect

Grim grabs hold the spring strangling with a fervor as I grasp for another breath drugged and dragged six feet deep below Infected, I'm connected to the disconnect the treacherous and mundane a world's gone insane Astray, I wander in the wonders of an ever deciphering mind running out of time and patience Never at ease, thoughts freeze as pieces of me crack and crumble in this dismay called hell All my senses yell but I can tell nothing matters in this scheme running in a quick sand dream as the grains slip quickly by Trumpets call out under a grey sky solemnly veiled, another mother cries

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Date: 4/18/2018 9:26:00 AM
Wrist wrenching melancholy. Potent ink!
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Date: 4/16/2018 11:55:00 PM
Hi Tim, i know its been long since i visited but returning to read this dark emotive write was a blessing. Your gift of deep expression is as clever as it is wise. Nicely done. Blessings Carl
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Date: 4/16/2018 10:50:00 PM
I hope fiction, as most of your writes are of love, this is intense and emotional, but a great poem!
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Date: 4/16/2018 3:30:00 PM
The deeper you dig in the sand the faster the walls collapse, be well, Master Tim...
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Date: 4/16/2018 2:51:00 PM
Oh gosh I have a huge lump reading your poem, such deep intensely sad imagery, suicide is so hard to come to terms with Tim:-( hugs Jan xx
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Date: 4/16/2018 2:50:00 PM
- A deep and sad poem, Tim ... - Hope all is well with you - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
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