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Head rush

I
got up 
way too fast, 
Went on and on , 
My brain have lost it's ground and I am on 
my own, once more the gravity still fights, 
And I am at 
war again, 
a lost
soul.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Lamoureux Avatar
January 3, 2024 at 7:47 AM
If a soul can contemplate it is not lost. Gravity however can impinge its flight. Few words but your piece encourages contemplation.
Andresen Avatar
November 20, 2023 at 2:50 AM
- Congratulations on your great Tetractys poem in Ink Empress contest, Lioness :) - hugs
Empress Avatar
November 18, 2023 at 5:06 AM
I know you were being sarcastic here reading your take. But somehow this made me sad, and i felt so much as i read this papi. Lost soul and being in a war mentally is never easy. You’ve expressed so much here without you even realising, how poignant and powerful it is. Pleasure reading this touching and soulful take. Congratulations on your win
One Avatar
November 14, 2023 at 1:29 AM
Oh no dear... I can sense despair in your words... i hope you win this war and your soul can find a way home..
Onpaper Avatar
November 15, 2023 at 12:05 AM
Hahaha brothaaa … all hell is letting loooose ae
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