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My Spirit Gets Lost in the Dark at Times

And in that

morning, sleep crawls on 

pieces of 

flesh, blisters

happiness, falsifies death

of dark depression

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This entry was posted on May 1, 2017, 4:55 am and is filed under Poems. You can follow any responses to this entry through RSS 2.0. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

  1. #1 by kreemer on May 6, 2017 - 4:56 am

    Succinct. Direct. With cadence.
    Enjoyed.

    Reply

    • #2 by Carl on May 6, 2017 - 8:18 pm

      Thank you for your visit and comment!

      Reply

  2. #3 by clinock on May 7, 2017 - 1:09 am

    Sometimes your words are an emotional roller coaster I ride

    Reply

    • #4 by Carl on June 27, 2017 - 6:32 am

      A delayed thank you to you, John! I hope all is well with you!

      Reply

  3. #5 by Sweta Ojha on June 26, 2017 - 2:02 pm

    Hits directly as aimed through verses. ☺

    Reply

    • #6 by Carl on June 27, 2017 - 6:31 am

      Thank you for reading!

      Reply

  4. #7 by Carl D'Agostino on October 20, 2017 - 1:47 pm

    So happiness is temporary and fleeting and merely a mask or a weak aspirin ? I do feel this way far too often.

    Reply

  5. #8 by Carl D'Agostino on December 17, 2017 - 3:55 pm

    May joy and peace brighten your Christmas season.

    Reply

    • #9 by Carl on December 17, 2017 - 6:25 pm

      Thank you, Carl, and same to you!

      Reply

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