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Wandering

thrust into the game of life no map no directions no hand to hold alone and lost naïve and always short wandering and hallucinating aimlessly senselessly days to nights weeks to years where does it all lead what does it all mean the hurt the pain the illusions when does it all stop this hurting those along our own troubled journey AP: Honorable Mention 2020 Posted in March, 2018

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Heidi Sands

Date: 3/30/2018 9:20:00 AM

Life can be hard and many can experience times of feeling so lost. You have expressed this well. :)

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/30/2018 5:47:00 PM

Thank you so much for your visit and comment, Heidi. Much appreciated.

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 3/30/2018 5:12:00 AM

I am in depressive mode reading this, Line, hoping so it has never applied to you. But suspecting because of your "nailing it" that it has. The hurt, the pain, the illusions, all create each other in cyclical form, now don't they? Well done!

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/30/2018 7:11:00 AM

I have been pulling out some older poetry that I am tweaking so many are thankfully old feelings.

Niall Fulham

Date: 3/29/2018 7:14:00 PM

Hi Line, some people have all the luck , and then there is your well penned write , no support system ,' thrust into the game of life no map no directions and as you say no hand to hold , life can be so cruel::)))Hugs~~~~Niall

Line Gauthier
Date: 3/29/2018 9:44:00 PM

Thank you so much for your lovely visit and comment, Niall.