The scrap, critter!
-mess I miss
How you linger like lost litter
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I'm not quite sure what you mean, but I love these lines... Pillows are no cushion while in bed, just rocks resting below my head. We are damned if we can't even find peace in sleep...
Hi John, this is a very deep meaning poem and one can grasp different perceptions from it that you try to bring across to the reader. Keep trying...and Well Done!
well jacqui, its more of not accepting the race has been ran n more abt thinking you can some get back into it, ie denial