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Thoughts Gone Astray

Cold callused hand of fate
let hold your grip ,so tight
Let me spread my wings and take flight
to a new and bright tomorrow
abandon all the toil and trial

Show me where I should be instead
stop playing dreams through my head
I know full well where I need to be
uncover these eyes so they may see

So lost among the distant plains
deluged by the persistent rain
obliterating all of the pain
but leaving one empty
still the same

Heartache. hardship and the story goes on
when and where it ends time will tell
somewhere in the distance
the tolling of the bell

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This is really wonderful, your second stanza is my favourite, it's a very powerful poem. I hope you hear that bell ring soon, we all need a break sometimes.

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I hear ya. Don't think that there is anything I can help with, but if... Anyway, I feel the ache and I know that if you let it, time heals the wound. Never completely, but enough to let you sleep at night and get on with your life. I see a couple of things here,
1] Get rid of the comma in the 2nd line, you don't need it.
2] First line 2nd stanza put an h in should
Nothing much else to add; a story as old as human-kind. Smoke some kind-bud and do the "Bobby" Don't worry, be happy."
~ Gee.
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thanks for the read. I will fix that stuff shortly . This is the point and time I am at right now today

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Hello, Chrys.
I saw a funny quote the other day, no reference given: "I would go out of my mind, but I can't find the exit." That's so true, at least for me - I get in deeper and the thoughts certainly do seem to stray. I feel frustration in this piece, but more than that - I feel a lot of strength. Geezer's suggestion just about tipped me over! Too wonderful! :)
You are inspiring, and I send you tons of warm wishes.
Thank you!
L

thank you so much

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Dear lynn, lovely poem. I think I emphasize with a lot of it, it strikes one's heart, in good as well as sad ways.
No nits, the title, content and spacing are all perfect. Enjoyed, Gracy

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your very last line, "the tolling of the bell" is a bit ominous because it ain't the dinner bell.
You know, for whom the bell tolls? A great way to conclude this very nice poem.
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This is a beautiful poem, and so tangent as to make the reader feel like they are breathing within its thought the rain, the smell of plains, and hearing the distant bell.
My only critique would be that in Vs3, Ln3 "Obliterating all of the pain" would have a more consistent meter if you dropped the 'of'. I stumbled over it at the first read.
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