a thin, red line hides |in|sanity —
just to paper-cut those strands of hope
when you stray too far.
never will you notice
the sharp sting of heartbreak
when you are used to the shards
& the echo of your footsteps
will not seem less hollow
on this side of the story.
Another Wandering Soul 
I like your poetry – it suggests, and makes just the right amount of sense – so that much appears to hide there, and what is seen might as easily be put in as found out.
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Thank you for the visit – good to see you! And yes… there should always be room to breathe poetry to life in your own way. 🙂
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This feels like a thin sheet
between me and the agent
of madness……
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He won’t get you, I’m sure.
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I really like this blog – check it out !
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Thank you for your kind words and visit. Much appreciated!
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