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Nomad's Tredge

Cinnamon skies erupt a new day to wash along with yesterday's grey Held fast and steady drifting away midnight dreams of rescue staring desperation bleeds whispers seeping out the seams slivers of relics insomnia screams Suicidal thoughts of battles waged Setting free from feelings raged dear departed past casket's motor on by seeking answers foolish question why Dogs howl searching out a home Nomads tredge in silence now roam

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Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 9/1/2017 10:22:00 PM

Piercing truth spear tip, Tim. Delivered w/strength of purpose. The last couplet was sensational. Another jewel for your crown of truth Outstanding poem as usual, Tim. Very creative write. Probing different aspects of death is a brave endeavor. Your poetry is top-notch all day long. Love and smiles

Anna Hopper

Date: 8/31/2017 7:56:00 AM

Personally.. I think this is a brilliant poem! Definitely adding this to my favorites! 10 out of 10!!

Akkina Downing

Date: 8/29/2017 8:47:00 PM

A deep wonderful tribute, Tim... hugs :)

Arthur Vaso

Date: 8/29/2017 7:55:00 PM

Nice tribute, took me a sec to get it! :)

Lin Lane

Date: 8/29/2017 1:06:00 PM

It's indescribable, Tim. Having been through such a tragedy, I know the depth of reality hasn't yet sunk in. The pictures being posted do portray them as nomads...no home, nothing much left except each other and life.