Hush these voices
Writing my days
Into years
Worry will etch lines on my face
As storms have prospered
And marked the earth
I need an ear that listens
But does not judge
As I erode and try to simply breathe
Dull this pain
And let my spirit soar
Before I become one with the dirt.
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Your last line is so powerful!
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Thanks for reading and commenting. Glad it works.
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i don’t think we should hurry our demise by worrying about it, but live life to the fullest without thought for later. It will come soon enough when it alone decides.
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True
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powerful prose
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Thanks
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