Image by Dimitris Vetsikas from Pixabay The cruel things we say and do leave us with no return adrift in a sea of humanity How then, do we fill those lonely hours? self is never enough Despair grows like weeds in an unkept garden The chair you sit in, sour comfort for companionship How then do we step out from under the dark cloud? ©AnitaDawes2022
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Some say pets are the answer.
After losing our beloved Merlin earlier this year, we miss him so much, so, not yet…
Yes, sadly, it produces the same grief. Sorry for your loss.
A beautiful, dark, poem, Anita. Loneliness and isolation are tragedies in our crowded and busy world.
And yet, there is so much of it out there…
I value a walk as a way to get out from under a dark cloud. Of course, if it’s raining then all bets are off. Excellent poem, Anita.
Anita sends her thanks, John (as do I!)
Strong, powerful writing, Anita. Sending hugs…
Hugs are always welcome, Gwen…
A compelling poem.
Thank you, Robbie…
Sometime’s it the hardest thing we’ll ever do. Well said.
Thank you, Jan…
Thanks so much for sharing this moving and beautiful poem by Anita Dawes. 🤗👏🏼😘 I love this:
Despair grows like weeds
in an unkept garden
I think we better tend to our gardens and weed out the weeds! 🤩
Thank you so much, Kim…
My pleasure. Enjoy the rest of our weekend my “dears!” 🤗💖🥰
Beautifully penned, Anita, and so touchingly poignant. Thank you for sharing.
Glad you liked it, Goff…
I did My Friend. Happy Sunday.
Yellow fields
Golden hillsides
A sea of flowers
– iku
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