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The Other Side

I was better off feeling dead
Than feeling alive.
I was better off feeling low
Than on this false height.

I was better afraid of the dark
Than afraid to open my eyes.
I was better afraid of cutting myself
Than scared to survive.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sat 29th May 2021 08:54

Thank you Stephen and Nigel for your comments ?

Stephen, a very apt expression, evolution. Fascinating isn't it, that the body takes many lifetimes to evolve, whereas the mind evolves many times within just one lifetime.

Nigel, a very apt observation. And it makes me think... (and that's not always a good thing)...

The dark side;
No one wants to go
And no one wants to stay
And yet some seem to find
Themselves there anyway.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem ?

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Nigel Astell

Fri 28th May 2021 23:36

The dark side is a place
no one wants to go.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 28th May 2021 17:42

This is a tough one. I hope things have evolved.

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