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I feel an all too familiar pain in my soul
As I look out through foggy glass surrounded by weathered pane
And realize that I will never be on top of anything
Not even if I take a plane to the stars
It is plain to me that my most troubled relationship
Has always been the one that I have with myself
~cie~
Write a "top" poem
Write about a troubled relationship
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2 comments:
Nice poem, Cie. Very painfully honest.
I agree with Hobbes' comment. The poem reminds me of a relatively recent anecdotal response from a Zen monk to a man studying Zen. "My life is so 'mucked-up,' said the man, "what can I do?" The monk with all compassion and courtesy replied, "un-muck it up." Easy when said like that but not so easy to do. x
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