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Thank you ever so much for all the kind words and sentiments expressed here.
My scribble is just me moping a lot and wallowing in some irresistible self-pity.
I have caused far too many good and kind people far too much pain and hurt and I have been untruthful as well as being many other not nice at all things to those who have been the nicest to me.
So my moping here is just that β moping.
Thank you yet again for your warmth and kindness and to all fellow WordPressers for all the kind words shared by us in this wacky but lovely WordPress family.
I am broken,
fractured, lost amidst the folds of well-meaning words spoken.
I am torn,
splintered, numbing myself in that vain hope of a new day yet to dawn.
I am dead,
inured, feeling no pain even as the flowing of red-hot crimson blood is bled.
I am nothing.
I am nothingness.
I am choking,
flailing, churning in the maelstrom as my life lies in cinders, silently smoking.
I am moulting,
discarding this sorry skin in which I feel unbearably revolting.
I am without place,
a dandelion seed on the thermals that scald my innerspace,
I am without place,
a shell of a man who can longer bear to see his own face …
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I feel your pain, Afzal. I wonder if the childhood trauma statistic is connected to genetics. My mum had a serious mental illness and I had a difficult childhood because of this. Then I inherited a very similar illness to hers and the cycle might have repeated itself if I had children. Wishing you good health.
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A puff of smoke left my brain
(senryΕ«)
reach out with versing
shake hands bros above the lies
disclaimed not unclaimed
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THANK YOU, my brother – as always. π€ππΎπ€
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Thank you also for your such interesting and human poetic subjects which may help and enlighten so many people. God be with you all the time and inspire you.
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Thank you ever so much for all the kind words and sentiments expressed here.
My scribble is just me moping a bit (or a lot!) and wallowing in some irresistible self-pity π.
I have caused far too many people far too much pain and hurt and I have been untruthful as well as being many other not nice at all things to those who have been the nicest to me.
So my moping here is just that – moping.
I know I sound quite harsh but I’m really really going very easy on myself.
Cheers and thank you yet again for your warmth and kindness and to all fellow WordPressers for all the kind words shared by us in this wacky but lovely WordPress family.
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Afzal, I hear you. I see you. If this is how you are feeling and not just writing poetry, please, please, find someone in real life that can give you a huge batch of love and help. My heart aches reading this, knowing… *knowing*… what this feels like. Again, I hear you.
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Thank you ever so much for all the kind words and sentiments expressed here.
My scribble is just me moping a bit (or a lot!) and wallowing in some irresistible self-pity π.
I have caused far too many people far too much pain and hurt and I have been untruthful as well as being many other not nice at all things to those who have been the nicest to me.
So my moping here is just that – moping.
I know I sound quite harsh but I’m really really going very easy on myself.
Cheers and thank you yet again for your warmth and kindness and to all fellow WordPressers for all the kind words shared by us in this wacky but lovely WordPress family.
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