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solitary

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i see the dawn
and the setting sun
the middle is blank

white wash on a
narrow fence
lines are blurred

[footsteps] thousands of them
mark my day
along hallways
of muted screams

i was told
that i was loved
by a stranger
she kissed my cheek

slumber comes easy
trusting does not
solitary confinement
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i work in a hospital

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  • tomisb
    October 24

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    You catch this haze that comes when everyone needs your help and you start finding no time to help yourself. Still, you crack the door and show that nothing is greater than those who try to return their thanks for your efforts. Trust -- a process that is divined by what is shared and how it the sharing is cared for. Central -- a trust in your own goodness.
    Love,
    Tom B.


    • natari gold member
      October 25
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      Thank you as always for your words of wisdom.


  • Nicolette gold member
    October 24

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    yes, that thing called trust....so fragile. i loved the first stanza - beautifully done

    ~ Nicolette


  • solarjinx gold member
    October 24

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    yes you do, but your mind works in another world completely. And I love it.

    • natari gold member
      October 24
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      You love how my mind works. I'm so flattered and I love yours too.

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