I miss Mushroom the cat,
She was glorious and fat.
A bit of a tart,
She captured our hearts.
But now she’s dead on the mat!
Tag: creativity
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Like goods at the market,
my emotions are for barter.
Seeking an escape,
Anything to avoid future grief.
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Athiests turned to prayer,
Extraverts seeking society.
Personalities and beliefs,
traded for emotional sanctuary.
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This is the cost of grief,
an overwhelming emotional toll.
That is better switched off at the source,
then dealt with in the morrow.
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The Red mist takes control,
Brow furrowed, Veins popping, Cascading Sweat.
A man completely fouled by emotion,
Seeking anyone to blame.
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This isn’t fair,
The mask worn,
Once denial was torn.
Limitless resentment.
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Linger in the darkness,
Fuelled by your hatred.
Ignore rational thought,
And give in to your blame.
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Absent minded I watch,
numbed to any sound.
Keeping emotions locked awar,
fearful for their looming escape.
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This was not my destiny,
A life meant for purpose and discovery,
Now lost and empty.
A shell now forgotten.
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Denying is my choice,
A human instinct to protect.
Time heals all,
only if you let it in.
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It all comes down to this,
To define an off-season full of bliss.
It’s not always pretty,
but we have to score fifty.
We better not bloody miss!
The StoryTeller 