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Rogue

This child marked by Timogen From heat runs to cold We stumbled into April’s shroud I bled, my world moulded in pain Descending into denial, abandonment, crises Everything of value dissipated With spirit only to uplift The passage of time did not assuage The vibrant self-centred you Grief has whipped me senseless Everything is vacant You don’t live in the material things you loved Only melodies help to ease all this I am the realisation of vapour Is this where it ends? Or is this where it begins?

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Paul Callus

Date: 8/26/2014 3:29:00 PM

Hi Patricia! Hope you are keeping well. Have not seen you around lately. Enjoyed this write, although it is not a topic to be happy about! After denial there comes acceptance, and after that it's time to move on....that's where it all begins. Take care. // paul

Patricia L Graham
Date: 8/27/2014 11:18:00 AM

Thanks for your kind words Paul. Much appreciated. So many confusing emotions currently. Trying to reset my priorities. I'm trying to take care of me ... finally ... One Love

Weston Gregory

Date: 8/19/2014 3:17:00 PM

very emotional piece...is that a typo in line 5 "crises"

Patricia L Graham
Date: 8/20/2014 3:39:00 PM

Hi Weston - thanks for dropping by. Unfortunately it is not simply a crisis but multiple, plurality of issues compounded ... One Love