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I am geometry in slow motion
straight lines and right angles.
I move my body with great precision
in time and space decisions.
but with the falling of the sun
Affliction rises from the dark and deep
to violate my dignity again.
I become a puppet on a broken string
floundering in my flawed humanity….

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When every human emotion including pain becomes worse? Hence the people who come to casualty in the night having had their illness all day!

great poem! short and very precise.

who it's rare to find
one of your brand
you are that one man
the world ought to survey
how such great willed men
do still on earth play


Sigh this one hurt a little to read to know thats your day to day existance and I have known for a long time ... great short poem nothing more to add or change


your pain brings out the poetry in you

love always your Jayne xxx

“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats

lovely poem, fantastic

Jenifer Jaspa James

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