Yesterday’s poem was hard work to get my head around & then to hone back, once I was inside it. I’ve written a couple of poems today, all of them short & ‘simple’. This is a nice capture of a thought I often have.

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painting silence

on those truly cold days
when i can see right
through myself

stare at the bare part
where my heart
should be

finally comprehending
what dying alone
will mean

as opposed to
making it
— a joke

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