odd, something inside
speeding like a ghost
sent from relatives long dead;
something ticking there,
a message sent from dad,
something not right,
a weakness and downstairs
seems deeper, steeper,
like a slow-motion fall
to dusky oblivion.
okay, i read you all the time, but haven't had time to comment, but you *know* this title was going to draw me in big time! and the nature of how you penned this ... top notch. esp. the the concept of it being sent/shared by those already passed, the message from dad, etc. i love the invasive, world-stopping shaky nature of this, but also it's connection to something bigger. very creative piece. you get the sweat on the brow and the clammy palm feeling reading it.
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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