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An ache filled with longing or regret. A sharp stab to the heart, as filled with anger as it is with agony. An emptiness that threatens to consume your soul. The pain of love takes many forms.

Nothing hurts worse than love.

April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), and the challenge is to write 30 poems (one per day) throughout the month. This year, I decided to do something a little different. Each day (or every other day, depending on my mood) I will write a 'postcard'--a short poem about my daily dealings with the COVID-19 pandemic. I will also write other poems as the mood (and daily prompts) strike me. I think it will be an interesting exercise to see how the poems change across the course of the month.

An ache filled with longing or regret. A sharp stab to the heart, as filled with anger as it is with agony. An emptiness that threatens to consume your soul. The pain of love takes many forms.

Nothing hurts worse than love.

Sometimes you don't want to remember. Right?

Poem for Anthology Whispers in the Dark

Having dealt with deep depression I found that by writing it helped get a lot of my feelings out and made it easier to get through the days I hope that maybe someone will understand and maybe it just MIGHT be something that someone else can relate to

This was my attempt to partake in National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). It has been an interesting experiment, I learned much but I didn't make it. The last week of the month has been too busy to write a poem a day. Anyway, I thought I use this collection to post the poems not belonging to a poetry prompt here from now on.

Some verse, many for Pride Month.

At times in our lives, the Unknown pays us an unwelcome visit. This is a poem about death and love.

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