Irrelevant
The pain continues,
an ebb and flow
it is what it is,
offering no escapes.
It arrives suddenly,
Then quickly departs.
So I remember,
that to live is to feel
and sometimes,
it feels like hell.
Beneath The Hanging Tree
And when inquisition was made of the matter, it was found out; Therefore they were both hanged on a tree: and it was written in the book of the chronicles before the king. Esther 2:23
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This is a good poem
thank you Patricia, and I read a few of your sample poems and they were beautiful!
I like this. It kind of pulled my head out of the clouds a little bit.
thank you Mark. I need to get my head in the clouds a bit more these days.
I am not in tune with many feelings right now, so I watch them go by as mid day traffic. This one still makes me think……