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YESTERDAYS ILLS

Don't hide behind your anger

it's a phase that cannot last,

age will dull your raw emotions

now your youth is in the past.

 

Facts, replaced by tales of fiction

reveal a sad and damaged soul,

exposing needs and lonely hunger,

ignoring that which makes you whole.

 

Unbridled rage is an addiction

that controls a troubled mind,

is this the reason for rejection

was it fear that made you blind? 

 

Hatred's a progressive poison

a bile that Oh! so slowly kills

empathy - - - - a lost emotion

that could repair those perceived ills.

 

Intolerance also plays its part 

- leaving aching hearts bereft,

a bitter pill  - - -  a poison cup - - -

 

                                     both swallowed - - - -

 

                                                      and now  - - - - their's nothing left.

                                                                                                                                             

                                                                                                                              

                                                                                                              

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◄ A SPORTING ENCOUNTER

AT EASE WITH SIMPLICITY (re-edited) ►

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Flyntland

Sun 19th Jan 2025 10:38

My grateful thanks to RBK, Holden, Manish, Yanma, and Naomi
for reading and liking my poem, I value your support.

Rolph I find your comments immensely encouraging - when I get a confidence wobble I go back over them and feel better. Thank you.

Rolph David

Thu 16th Jan 2025 18:59

Flyntland,

Your today's poem is hauntingly poignant. It captures the corrosive power of anger, hatred, and intolerance with striking clarity. The imagery of unbridled rage as an addiction and hatred as a poison that slowly kills feels so true and visceral. I especially felt the weight of the closing lines—the emptiness left behind after all those destructive emotions are swallowed. It’s a powerful reminder of the need for empathy and connection before it’s too late.
Beautifully written.

Take care,
Rolph

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