Be aware, I am slowly passing through your world
Stirred by all the emotions I see.
I check each groggy face
searching for the trigger
that puts that strange look in your eyes.
I travel through your dream space,
through pale landscapes
Where I find many of you cursed by low dark thoughts.
There is no anchor by which you can
hold on to the wonderful moments in life.
Hope has been swallowed by the dark deeds
of those who crush your dreams…
©AnitaDawes2024
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Let us hope we can raise our Dreams once more Anita, to do the opposite as we crush those dark deeds .. Excellent poem x
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thanks for such a lovely comment, Sue 💖
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Chilling…
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I thought so too… Anita is writing some great poems lately…
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I feel the deep sadness and hopelessness.
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I hope it doesn’t reflect Anita’s feelings…
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Dark, dark … chuckles. I hope a small brandy was partaken after this? 😎
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Anita doesn’t drink, but I needed one, Steve…
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