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Fuck covid 19 and august

I had a life
Finally i was free to live the normal way
I could lie and dance along to their rhythms
I could at last live a’ normal’ day

But then this happens
Coping mechanisms gone up shit’s creek
My ability to fake to emotions perish
My stamina weak

I build heavier walls
Found strange comfort in the loneliness
Cut off connection to friends alike
Feel into my void abyss

Now I’m picking up pieces
Acceptance is a new term
I’ve never considered it before
But I guess I’ll learn

I’ve lost so much
And learned from it

now my scattered pieces lay on the floor
loved ones ripped away from the collection
now i see a broken figure
when i look at my reflection

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Say things very similar. like in conversations with them on the phone, or in an email. Nice capture of the rawness of our calamity.

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Raw, is the word that comes to mind, you have managed to give a look inside the mind in a way that we are all battling at the moment . This is so very well written it has a massive sense of being lost and i also get a panic attack feel from this , sheer anger and hopelessness that nothing will ever be the same again. Covid is effecting each of us in a different way, i myself am in Italy, anything can happen. If you are not aware this months competition is on Covid, you could easily edit into the contest this is a fabulous peice. today i send you my thanks for speaking for all who feel like this. each stanza has a magnificence of power and honesty

Thank you...Teddy

I agree with Teddy! please enter this in the contest, and good luck!

*always, Cat

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Wow lol you are about to go over the edge huh?
You need some pleasant distraction IMO

I'm not so sure acceptance is the best idea for everyone anyhow.
We need to find a way to fight this dam thing.
Fun yea something fun Hmm
Something to fixate on ..
Good honest poetry.
Best of luck in the competition and it is looking to be a great contest.

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I love this the rhyming fits so feel for the emotion you're trying to get across. like a facetime call with a friend seems casually written but can tell the thought and process behind the raw emotions. fist verses seem to not fit perfectly but could be intended it seems to work. the rest is gold imagery is very nice I enjoyed it a lot. gets across the frustration and lack of motivation despite having to pull through for others. love it

I had a life
Finally i was free to live the normal way
I could lie and dance along to their rhythms (to it's rhythms) if you're talking about life?
I could at last live a’ normal’ day

The competition may be over but our poetry lives on, yes?

I recently came down with Covid and am lucky it is not the death sentence version but rather the mild one. I should be OK in a few days.

Keep em coming,

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Dear Mark, I am sorry to hear you have contracted Covid-19 and I wish you a full recovery.

best wishes for a speedy uncomplicated recovery

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although easy to give into should never be indulged. I like your poem

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