Repair

Repair There is a fragment of psychosis left behind, by the illusion of leverage. My personal resolution to stop the sinkhole From becoming a derelict tourist trap, has fallen short of success. I drop to my knees to request more time. The raised and beveled edge of my heart is guarded, It is reluctantly given another chance.

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J Hamilton Gist

Date: 10/17/2019 5:09:00 PM

I suffered from a similar need then with patience discovered the answer.

Ann Foster
Date: 10/17/2019 5:14:00 PM

I am still seeking... you are blessed. Ann

Douglas Brown

Date: 6/7/2019 3:11:00 PM

Ann, I like this one . Has punch!

Ann Foster
Date: 6/7/2019 6:23:00 PM

:) Ty.

James Edward Lee Sr.

Date: 6/4/2019 6:11:00 PM

fragment of psychosis left behind, by the illusion of leverage grand words. Is life a sunken broken pot hole, I hope not..grand verse... Write on James

Ann Foster
Date: 6/5/2019 11:16:00 AM

Thank you. I wrote this for the eight-word challenge. It was so much fun. I had never done that before. Well, maybe when I was a kid in elementary. Glad you enjoyed it.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 6/2/2019 5:57:00 PM

"The raised and beveled edge of my heart is guarded, It is reluctantly given another chance. " Your metaphoric write is ingenius, my friend!

Ann Foster
Date: 6/2/2019 7:59:00 PM

You are far too kind my new friend, but humbly, I thank you.