Blogging, Musings, Poetry

Empty House

An empty house lives in me. Morbid, maudlin musings of my muddled mind filter through its sheer curtains A lonely house lives in me Sheer isolation and desperation Delude Its only occupant A Bruised house lives in me The wounds…

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Musings, Poetry

Exhaustion

  Going through the motions of living  is exhausting Smiling, laughing, sleeping,  eating, working out Cooking, gardening, walking, talking everything Is exhausting.   We pretend to be busy We pretend to be fine We pretend life is okay We pretend…

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