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What Is So Unattainable to Us Now?

Look back upon me
and my trail of words
- consigned to oblivion -
what fool,
would gaze on these?

My frequent urge
to submerge myself
in the fairylands
of others....

Oh it leads
to such places
so gnarled, so grated.
Where did my own
Neverland go?

Is this
properly dramatic,
capt'n?

This ache...
my wish for
solace..

It will never be.

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I guess we all have days like this.

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  • Afxb
    April 27

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    Days like this are not to bad!!
    This is so much about those two great activities of reading and writing.
    This fool here in England reads these words and enjoys them...and enjoys his own (on most days).

    So much I can identify with....the title
    the last two sections
    "This ache..
    my wish for solace..

    It will never be"

    But it might yet

    and I loved
    "Oh it leads to such places
    so gnarled, so grated"
    and the answer to the invisible critic (maybe yourself) "Is this properly dramatic capt'n?"


  • Harlequin Dance
    January 21
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    This...is...so....heartbreaking...and sad...I love it....it's just so lovely.

  • Nobodysboy
    January 21
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    lol sounds like all of us that enjoys taking a gander at the writes of others