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November 2020
A plane crashing that never seems to hit the ground to explode
into pieces. A frozen moment in time.
Distraught, but then cleansed.
Broken again, only to mend.
Our lives - a computer graphic having a glitch,
repetition of the same sold narrative,
and then static.
Fading out with no soft cushion for landing.
Volume being culled.
A big brother house of Covid guest stars.
...Sunday 22nd November 2020 2:42 pm
Battles with broken shields
Invisible blindfolds
Are what we're now wearing
Law of the land
Almost past caring
At a crossroads we stand
Courageous but frightened
All of our senses
Incredibly heightened
Take care of yourself
Make your own choice
Never ignore
Your own inner voice
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 5:01 pm
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