Where decisions lead you to a ruined Roman road - A Poetic Practice

Sometimes emotions just get the better of you when things look dark as your brain scatter into tiny million pieces of grey matter floating into that turmoil boiling from the emotions you are gulping, so bitter.

Sitting doing nothings thinking of making something like a tune your heads singing while the bell rings loudly piercing your head and now you are stinging inside while the light is shining at your eyes blinding.

Life passes by while you cruise to another place soaring through space as you linger inside you confidently stating you're not in a race around an interstellar gaze breathing into a mask you put on your face.

Conclusions always seem to bring down ones fort especially when we all think things are ordered easy to sort into a chaotic sport bein played in a hectic court all the while thinking how its easy for you to abort.

Walking away and throwing years and years feel like an overnight affair driving emotional fears and rivers of tears as the wind blows stronger and stronger into that abyss dug by the diggers nails into your skin.

They all say don't fret because all it does is get you all wet all over that pretty face now all of your desires are very hard to get close to being impossible even when you are the one who arranges the pieces from lifes' gaming set.

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Life passes by while you cruise to another place soaring through space as you linger inside you...

Your poem is raw and thought-provoking. You raise questions that touch on the complexities of life and how we handle them differently. Everyone's perception are never the same but somehow we must look through the coloured lens to appreciate the other person's journey!

Beautifully written! !LUV 🙂

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Thank you, I'm glad you took something out of my poem.

A piece of nugget.

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