Fell on
fell days.
Coaxed
anxiously
from the storm
that rages mutually in this
misconceiving heart.
Fell days,
fallen,
overtaken,
redistributed,
emotions cascading like
misdirected
energy streams through
angst-filled fibres.
Fell days,
in here,
somewhere.
No return?
No matter, better to wallow
in self-regret
then continue to pretend.
Fallen on fell days,
but better
than self-delusion.
Fell on fell days. A poem.
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It’s a tongue twister! XD
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Ah, but what if the ‘fell days’ are the delusion? Just saying….
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Hi VJ. They can be the delusion, if you want them to be. But sometimes delusion is your reality. 😉
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Oh, I’ve certainly been down that river!
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