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My Monsters

PS friends, remembering a lost love one. After fifty years I still feel the pain of the loss. If you are hurting, talk to someone. Someone cares, they can help. My monsters are real They are in my head Forcing what I feel Urging me to be dead No one can see The darkness and fears Inside of me I've been running for years I've come undone All out of time No matter how hard I run From these monsters of mine Left this world behind No one could save me From those monsters of mine At last I am free

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 6/19/2020 9:03:00 PM

Hello Timothy … the mind is such a powerful thing and if depression sets in, can put you in a place where there appears no way out, but as you wrote there is help. Pretty powerful and factual - thank you Timothy - Lindsay

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 6/19/2020 9:38:00 PM

thank you Lindsay! Have a great weekend!

Gershon Wolf

Date: 6/13/2020 10:15:00 PM

Those monsters are more real than external reality. Perception is all. So cruel their destruction. Wonderfully penned, Timothy. Thanks, Gershon

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 6/14/2020 8:00:00 PM

Thank you again Gershon

Paghunda Zahid

Date: 6/13/2020 8:41:00 PM

That's a good poem. Yes, monsters are real. We can not escape from it. Wish we had magical power. We would simply obliviate our memories. Beautifully written.

Timothy Mcguire
Date: 6/14/2020 8:01:00 PM

Thank you Paghunda