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Quirky Poesy - 6. To the Junkpile

Our damaged hero, David (from the previous entry and from "18 Weeks of Twoey"), is near the end of his journey. He has become convinced he will be sent away to an insane asylum in two weeks. He wrote this, in despair, as he considered his fate.

 

 

Gone from sight

Locked away

Gone from thought

Far away

Gone from life

Cast away

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<PollyannaMode power=max/>
New dawn breaking
Shifted sands
Friends assembled
Helping hands
Twoey waiting
Understands

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David's despair is certainly piercing.. You summed that up pretty well with few but powerful words... :-(

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Just Heart Breaking. I said before, I love simple words play their tactics more than thousands. I loved it. Felt for it. Such a wonderful sad poem.

 

~Emi.

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