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IN A FOREST DARK

Where to go
when there is nowhere.
where to run
when you are hamstrung.
how to hide
from the demons
that follow
how to fill
a heart grown hollow.
how to find
the self you left behind

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and the question. Food for thought indeed.
I'd however put them another way

Where to go
 when there is nowhere.
 where to run
 when you are hamstrung.
 how to hide
 from the demons
 that follow
 how to fill
 a heart grown hollow.
 how to find
 the self you left behind.

Just thoughts but yours are really expressive.
Thanks for sharing.  

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Good suggestion. Will use the change. I wrote this quickly as I was thinking if difficult choices to make since my disease has progressed. I live alone in South Florida, My family wants me to move back to New York--where things are very expensive, I own my condo and life is less stressful here financially, but I am alone most of the time. To move would mean giving up so much that I spent years to build.

Thanks,

Joe

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It's like being on a crossroad and need to
decide. Hope you'd find the right direction.

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if so I wonder why you want to live alone

Florida is warm and New York is cold
expensive as you say too
But then take a calculated decision
remain in self control
on ur condo keep a hold
ere you'd wish to return

But read my poem
about some spouse ...
A DESIRE

loved

Do not go
Never leave your Home
You may feel alone
But there are many that are near
Just choose one and never fear.
Friends can be made
I shall prepare a mould for you
Of trust that they will pop in
That their face has a lovely grin
Then sense of humour by the ton
To give to you a mile of fun
Where the journey's end cannot be seen.
A heart to keep all grass green
That they will make time to see you through
Stay here, this place is made by you.
Yours Ian.T

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

Another truly good one Joe,

Love Anni.

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

Some of my best writing comes in periods of crisis. That is when truth is pure and ""ïnnocent"" and not tainted by artifice,

Thank you, Ann

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A crisis sharpens your mind
and has the ability to slow things down.
The things that happen then are easily seen.
Take care, and all that are with you, bless them.
Yours Ian.T

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

Many retreat into the dark forest of their own minds when stressed. Thus far, at least, I've been able to enter into real forests when being burdened. As to your quandry I think you should ask yourself where you'd be happiest................stan

How amazing you're poem is! How vivid your imagery is. Using words like hamstrung, demons that follow and a heart that's grown hollow really highlight how debilitating and crippling having a long term sickness is!

Thank you for helping us understand from your point of view. ( incredibly honest poetry )

Love Mand xxxxxx

I am so happy you have seen the "mark"of my poems. It I who I am and what I feel. It is the journal of a dark period in my life. But I will transcend this latest "blow'' as I have all the others.

Thanks, Mand for encouraging me,

Joe

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You are an inspiration! :)

Joe i can only add that i like this a lot, and i hope it helps in your decision. Regards Roscoe...

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

but that is me, not you.
I have always invented the self left behind,
This poem strikes me in many ways and is beautifully and sparsely written.

cheers,
Jess
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:) Thank you, Jess.

Joe

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how to find
the self you left behind.......!!!!

by leaving your poetic legacy
for Neopoets fertile mind

loved

Yes.

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