The muttered affection
of ‘Colonel Masters’
as you lift us up
into a moment
of connection
and joy.
Did you feel it too?
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
The muttered affection
of ‘Colonel Masters’
as you lift us up
into a moment
of connection
and joy.
Did you feel it too?
Rip out
the rotting
but endure
a lingering smell.
Will it be masked
by the new?
Or is it too late
to erase
that stain.
Cautious greetings
turned into
understanding glances,
respecting your space
but knowing
our presence
was finally
a comfort.
I hope you
knew that,
in the end.
Take a chance
on being happy
instead of
predicting heartache
and failure.
It’s harder,
but train positive
into your mind
and see
what possibilities
may follow.
Recharge
but have
old emotions
weigh you down
and ruin
a relaxing moment.
Can you ever
really be the person
you were
before they
were born in you?
Deliver
a temporary hole
to throw all evidence
and clean out
as much as you can.
What will you choose
to toss away
forever?
Last
in a longer moment
to finally be released
into calm.
Can you endure?
Can you try?
Switch my time
while I sleep
and expect
the unconscious
to adjust.
Even the hardest workers
need an oblivion
where they can’t
be touched.
Baking to fill
a role and name,
one of mocking
or playful affection?
It’s still unclear,
and maybe
it’s better that way.
Scan the empty spaces
and try to fill
with no time,
does it hide the problem
effectively?
Or just presents
a rushed
uncared for
view of life?
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