As darkness gathers and builds
Joining the abyss of progressive emptiness
Satan plays a joyful song
Another notch is etched into the handle of his sickle
Shattered beyond repair is a heart left in the waste
Discarded as so many before
Never to be alone – but alone nonetheless
Restricted from the hope of true happiness
Gone is the gleeful innocence of yesterday
Replaced with the ever ebbing tide of sorrow
Adrift in a slow current
Until – even the darkness – wanes
Very dark . . .
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Yeppers! It was from my frustration with my job… 25 years with the company, and I am looking for a new path. This poem helped me leach some of the poison out of my system. 😉
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I quit my job in August. That poison will eat a person alive. I hope you’re able to find a good path forward.
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Thank you, Liz! I’m working on it! ;-)))
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You’re welcome, Kevin! I’m glad to hear that you’re working on extricating yourself.
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Me too! ;-))) Thank you, Liz! You are the best!!!
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You’re most welcome, Kevin!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thanks, brother! Long time, huh? Life!!! ;-)))
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I love the images and tha hope at the end
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Take the road to Laughter
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Dark, but there is always hope… Thanks brother! ;-)))
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👍👍
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