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Purgatory 1

Purgatory I Perhaps it's where I sit right now With sins just conjured from the past, Decisions made, though not in haste, Ideals I thought would maybe last. The deeds of others took their toll When friendships ties were cast aside, Scars still scabbed and festering, For how they cheated, how they lied. From their deceit I learned just how To build a wall around my heart, So hiding feelings charred and black That smoulder as they fall apart. A lonely soul with eyes that watch The world behind a thin veneer Reflecting time that passed me by Whilst bygone feelings reappear. Damned whichever way I turn For solace, maybe peace of mind, The future waits in disarray Pursued by remnants left behind. I shoulder blame as best I can It helps to ease the constant pain, But even so it will not change The turmoil here inside my brain.

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Date: 10/27/2020 11:22:00 AM
This is an excellent poem, Tim. Poignant and possibly full of heartache and regret but excellent; and by that I mean beautifully and skillfully written with so much feeling. The lines: "From their deceit I learned just how To build a wall around my heart," for me is both sad and central to the theme of the poem. Poetry can be a catharsis for some and I truly hope it is for yourself. Cheers - Gary
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Tim Riding
Date: 10/27/2020 2:27:00 PM
Thanks Gary, yes it helps, although most people can't, or won't understand - Tim
Date: 10/27/2020 5:59:00 AM
Hey, we've all been here Tim... This one is really deep and sad.. we all make mistakes in life, but we should not delve into them too much.. as it will affect our mental health..
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Tim Riding
Date: 10/27/2020 8:18:00 AM
Hi SO, Try my best, but I guess at mid 70's life comes back to haunt one, or perhaps just some of us. Writing helps to sort it out a bit. Only hope dementia is not creeping in. Thanks for seeing it from my side.

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