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Foredoomed

foredoomed with the same kismet as one's predecessors how can one feel anything beyond winter's chill a time for giving how can one give when one didn't give what was taken again and again a time to rejoice how does one celebrate death a time to gather with family around a body stilled from life dressed in black as tears are choked in shortened breaths as you try to compose yourself long enough to speak another wreath to place upon another grave as you feel the chill of death in every breath of december how can one find the spirit of a season in the voids where darkness strikes over and over again all while knowing you could be next foredoomed with the same kismet

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Chris Green

Date: 12/16/2019 7:53:00 AM

Wow, the sadness is deep here my friend. Please try and think positive about yourself. We all have an end coming but we need to beat it back with positive thoughts. Your poetry is heart touching and I can feel your pain and your worry Sandy.

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/16/2019 9:49:00 AM

what kills the family one by one, has me in its grips...i don't know how to fight back anymore...i feel like my days are numbered now...kind of like a bomb, ticking, waiting to explode...

Running Wolves

Date: 12/15/2019 10:40:00 AM

Beautiful, sad, powerful, *hug*

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/15/2019 3:00:00 PM

Thank you Robert... hugs

Alexis Y.

Date: 12/15/2019 10:02:00 AM

Wow! Sandra, This is such a sad and dark write. Nevertheless, it was written and deep. We all will have our final curtain one day. What do we do until then? Although life can be hard and we'll face horrible tragedies, we must find a way to focus on the positive things in life. Excellent write- Alexis

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/15/2019 2:59:00 PM

Thank you so much Alexis...i try, this time of year is hard, and gets harder each year as others fall down around me... hugs

Brenda Chiri

Date: 12/15/2019 7:56:00 AM

Beautifully written my friend!;)

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/15/2019 2:58:00 PM

Thank you... hugs

Vijay Pandit

Date: 12/15/2019 7:15:00 AM

Tragedies in life make us question the fairness of fate. I felt the pain of loss in every verse Sandy. And liked the way you presented the contrast: how can one find the spirit of a season in the voids where darkness strikes over and over again.

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/15/2019 2:58:00 PM

Thank you Vijay...i ought to be used to death touching all around me by now...just harder to take at this time of year... hugs

Demetrios Trifiatis

Date: 12/15/2019 6:39:00 AM

" Kismet " the destiny of all mortals is dearest, Sandra! None is excluded! That is the beauty of it! As long as we do not accept our mortality , we would suffer. In case though we accept it , we lessen the suffering. Under this light death may not be our jailer but our liberator! Beautiful powerful and profound writing my friend!

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/15/2019 2:57:00 PM

So well stated my friend... hugs

Arturo Michael

Date: 12/15/2019 1:55:00 AM

the same old kismet...some will shine in its dark and all will flicker out...Nice idea

Sandra Adams
Date: 12/15/2019 2:56:00 PM

so very true Arturo... hugs