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un named

I chase through the night, trying
to catch up with time
The evil taskmaster
that takes what is mine

With each step I take
the future becomes the past
I am not alone, I see others
all around me

Some I know and
have loved from my past
I see them weaken and stumble
before their time, and fall down in sleep

unable the pace to keep
Oh, but I know the sun will again rise
and though weary from my night of running
I open my eyes to mourn another day

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none, me pushing buttons I should leave alone

He who conquers self , has won a great battle

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Hard to talk about, this being thing, and the day to day that turns into just a moment called now.
These things are to personal and as a theme have to be treated carefully, it has been pointed out that I was a lot flippant with my reply, for this I am sorry.
I have a much lighter way of treating each day but others may suffer, and I had momentarily forgotten the deep torment that some suffer.
Take care and try to use each day as a new one.
Yours as always, Ian

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

the equivalent of "don't worry, be happy"
Surely you did not just deny someone's expression of existential angst?

You know what the penalty for that is, don't you?
(I'll leave you in existential angst to ponder that)

cheers,
Jess
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Maybe I could have been more sympathetic with this write, probably my thoughts of my journey got in the way.
Not sure really, should we condone the loss of self and say it is OK to feel that the next day is going to feel the same.
I will now let you create the correct retort to this theme, my perception of now and future got in the way.
"Existential angst" a feeling of dread or anxiety related to the belief that life has no meaning other than what people choose to surmise.
Then to mourn the opening of a new day it was to negative for me.
Now if there was a sameness about everyone then we could deal with these feelings but each mind is so different.
I shall modify my reply, now knowing there are other factors in the reason behind the write..
Thanks for your heads up, Yours Ian

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

as I said, you could not have known the real meaning behind my words. It's ok. Linda

He who conquers self , has won a great battle

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as I said, you could not have known the real meaning behind my words. It's ok. Linda

He who conquers self , has won a great battle

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Thank you for reading my post. Of course you could not know the reason for my choice of words. I just needed to express something, I guess. Linda

He who conquers self , has won a great battle

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I seem to have missed your other recent posts.

The sentiments are valid, and cleverly expressed, bringing the chasing each night through to the morning's (life's) repeat.

A good piece.

cheers,
Jess
A new workshop on the most important element of poetry-
'Rhythm and Meter in Poetry'
https://www.neopoet.com/workshop/rhythm-and-meter-poetry

always nice to hear from you. the above write is about my oldest son who is in a Dallas hospital dying from bone cancer. I go to sleep mourning, I wake up mourning. Linda

He who conquers self , has won a great battle

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I send you strength and a purpose for all things, and to that boy of yours, I can only send my unconditional love.
I have no way of holding your ways to make things any different, but will ask my Children to send their love as they may understand more of what you are going through.
Yours with my love as always Ian . T xxx

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

Sorry to know about the suffering of your beloved son. Our best wishes and prayers are with you, your son and your beloveds. Like Ian said we send our love too.

Warm regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

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