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My world is made of breadcrumbs
Only there is no Hansel and Gretel in this story
I know I’m not living in a fairy tale
Everything I touch crumbles, harmony is lost
My secret thoughts turn darker
At times my spoken word is edged with barb wire
I lose friends, family with my acid tongue
I feel as if I have fallen into a fog
Laced with hex
It follows me, breaking every step I take
There is no one to tell this sorry tale to
They wouldn’t understand
Besides, what could they do
I must find my own way out of the labyrinth
Before I lose the only thing left to me
My mind…
This is very compelling, Anita.
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Thank you, Robbie…
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Powerful, eerie. Perfect finale for this piece.
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Two great poems from Anita today! Glad you liked it…
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Ah. So dark and troubled. Wonderful writing.
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I liked this one too, Anita has done it again…
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Love this line: At times my spoken word is edged with barb wire
I’m guilty of this.
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Really? You do surprise me!
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Wonderfully penned. ❤
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Thanks Penny…
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