This hollow ache persists
with every desperate breath,
every tear-stained cheek,
every filthy promise,
every shattered dream,
every shady severance.
As sorry, shallow sands
erode under our bare feet
and wash away at sea
with this tidal wave
of falsities and regrets,
we must link arms,
preserve those struggling
to tread treacherous waters,
and resolve together
to fight these shark attacks,
to keep on swimming.
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Mark, this is a such a visual poem. I love the imagery of the linked arms against the dangers of the wave . You have so many great ideas. Keep them coming!
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Thank you, Tom.
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My heart goes out to you and to Tom..his post today. There is such a prevailing sadness and uncertainty today. And a sense of loss.
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How true. The uncertainty is palpable.
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Mark, your poem moved me.
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Thank you, Kathy.
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Very touching. I could feel the pain and also a little hope mixed in.
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I always appreciate it when you stop by to share your perspective. Thank you, Diana.
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#Resist
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