
At times like these
When the world begins to spiral
Into the hold of darker energies
I feel my soul losing its grip
On reality
There is a world inside where paradise resides
Is it a vision or
A memory
Of a time we lived in bliss
Sensing and knowing
The soul and spirit in things
Not disconnecting into that place
Of unreality imposed
By a mind caught up
In the egos generated
Spell of
Maniacal superiority
So much that seeing the skism
Makes my energy spin
As the vortex between the two worlds
Spirals beneath my skin
And then as I weep tears of blood
For Mother Earth
I ache with the questioning of how long
This terrible curse
Will hold us all
In hell
I too often feel this. Thank you for giving it voice.
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Reading your poems I understand that Nadine.. so often you express things, too that I struggle to.
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Our living hell has already been going too long Deb……. ((Hugs))
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Hasn’t it Ivor? My God it’s eerie here today…feels like end days.
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Not so bad here today, but say the smoke is back tomorrow. Here’s my latest little rant…..
https://ivors20.wordpress.com/2020/01/05/what-if-youre-wrong/
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Sending you hugs. Too many experience this.
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Thanks, Gary
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