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The Days of our cries...

A meter that could scale,

far extremes of our emotions,

If only there was one?

 

With a prescription to heal,

broken hearts and bonds,

are really a few some...

 

Reasons are many, healers are few.

They just keep coming,

like the next train in queue.

 

Like crashing stock markets

Or the Bloody wars around.

The floods are now a season.

Drowning you, without a trace being found.

 

 

Fears and cries, are practised like yoga.

Not anymore natural,

are the people who die...

 

Explodes  emotions, Without invite.

Nobody is surely in sight.

Its now a routine, nobody cares.

Its the days of our cries...

◄ Hinfallen

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JJ

Thu 10th Dec 2015 04:16

Thank you.

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Jackie Phillips

Wed 9th Dec 2015 14:07

Your poem left me questioning and thoughtful. So deep and dark and definitely deserving of a second read.

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