...Own Time Comments
Trying to keep one jump ahead out of the devil's own time,
I sacrificed my only love to the speechless gods.
My heart ached from devastation, shattered into shards.
I was up my neck in a swamp, wanting out of slime.
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You have a way with cynical, well-written verse.
Yes I know that feeling...when will time be yours..perhaps humans are expecting too much of life...I dont know..I do know that I like your poem a lot Wishing you joy-Pia
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7/19/2025 2:43:58 AM # 1.0.0
'I'm no longer looking for a shelter, there is none.' But, your poetry figurative sense also is a refuge... best wishes...