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Imitation Cloud

In my imitation cloud voices heard not listened to white noise everywhere entrenched, engulfed, faceless I can but cant, I try but cant, forgive me stained mind bleeding, till end help me, help me, help you help yourself, help me, help you what about me who am I, but lost fear, stains of pain in depths of confusion ripped apart, selfishness daggers of life, deep reshaped thoughts, memories new paths to traverse help me, help me, help you help yourself, help me, help you planned existence, not, but detoured, why, why darkness overcomes, stained being, sad loved ones, hurt evil prevails, why honour, loyalty, disturbed help yourself, help me, help you help me, help me, help you selfish inner pity boulders to push path unknown my imitation cloud to burst, how released, maybe, survive, to live finally help me, help me, help you help yourself, help me, help you intentions, there implied but cant forgive, I cant inner child of pain inner heart of stain forever to torment, release of want blocked, shadows of happiness, not true hidden or gone in my imitation cloud.

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Date: 10/17/2020 5:15:00 AM
Hello Mark. Sometimes that cloud seems to hang overhead, but it's very real to us. Eventually brighter days blow it away so we can enjoy life's better things again. I see from your comment to Jan that it's in the past...so your cloud has been lifted!
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Date: 10/9/2020 11:53:00 PM
So powerfully penned with deep dark sad imagery Mark. I feel like a heavy cloud of depression is bearing down and the struggle to break free from its grip. hugs jan xx
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Mark Paul Van Der Merwe
Date: 10/10/2020 2:13:00 AM
Thanks for reading and commenting Jan, much appreciated, this is a reflection of the past rather than an existing torment. All good my friend. Mark

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