Sorry, I missed me

I drifted off into a reality where

soft sounds sadly rotted

into hard cacophony,

where people lived

loveless lives

and the arguments

that at one time

had seemed so far off

turned up on the doorstep,

wiped their dirty feet

on the old, worn out mat,

and entered in

to destroy the peace,

turned it into a relentless torture,

returned it to its distorted state.

Fortunately, there was no one in,

I missed me again.

misssorry

◄ Noone else knows

Unattainable you ►

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Jon Stainsby

Thu 28th Nov 2019 06:52

Thank you, Vautaw.

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Vautaw

Thu 28th Nov 2019 05:40

Brilliant poem Jon. 🖤

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Jon Stainsby

Wed 27th Nov 2019 06:22

Thank you, Adam

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Paul Sayer

Tue 26th Nov 2019 20:49

Thanks for that comment Jon. I will look out for it.

I really enjoyed this poem, we'll done you.
Po

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Jon Stainsby

Tue 26th Nov 2019 06:52

Thank you, Po. If you get a chance go to see the film 'Sorry We Missed You' by Ken Loach. Loved it.

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Paul Sayer

Mon 25th Nov 2019 21:36

Man know thyself

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Jon Stainsby

Mon 25th Nov 2019 18:56

Thank you Brian and Dorothy

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