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Nirvana

 

I struggle without hands

Have no mouth, to speak of

And my eyes avert.

I itch and blotch, 

And the radiance of the sky

Illuminates my sheer loneliness.

Darkness can't come soon enough

'Though I fear my blanket will

one day

become the soil of my grave.

 

Depressionhopemental healthshynessself confidence

◄ The Crimson Queen!

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Stephen Atkinson

Thu 5th Nov 2020 20:11

Thanks for the Likes & comment Shifa!

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Shifa Maqba

Thu 5th Nov 2020 18:55

A concise yet effective poem. Absolutely brilliant!

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Stephen Atkinson

Thu 5th Nov 2020 12:47

Thank you for the additional comments and Likes Paul!
And, Rose I'm always open to any suggestions! I've messaged you regarding what I was trying to convey. Not to say that it makes any sense lol. ?
Thanks again

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Wed 4th Nov 2020 23:13

Stephen, I echo the previous comments with one respectful suggestion-

' I fear the blanket that will one day be the soil of my grave?'

nevertheless, it is still a great poem without my suggestion.




Rose ?

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Stephen Atkinson

Wed 4th Nov 2020 22:35

As always thank you for the Likes Keith, Vautaw, Jordyn, Stephen &. J.D.
And for the much appreciated comments From Keith & Ray... I'll just leave it as a little, intriguing, heady maze poem. ? Thanks again

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raypool

Wed 4th Nov 2020 21:45

An intriguing poem, leaving us entering a maze. A heady experience
Stephen.

Ray

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keith jeffries

Wed 4th Nov 2020 13:45

Stephen,

Your imagination in this poem is superb in its content The last three lines evoke scenes which are final.

Thank you for this
Keith

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