Redux
“You presumed to decide what was best for me. Even if I resolve the anger, the pain you caused, I can’t trust you. Ever. I’m standing before a stranger.”
Raymond Reddington – The Blacklist
Same sentiment, different situation.
The judgment of that line from a script mimics life. My life.
Ever so dramatically, flashing sensations of Oof, suffering, thefeelz surround me.
Waves drowning me, on dry land.
The imagination drawn to retribution, naturally.
But who would it serve?
I’d still be alone.
Wow loved the poem!
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❤ Thanks, Pooja!
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Stunning conclusion!
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❤ Thanks, Val!
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i know about being alone
i know about being judged too
it is not a nice feeling
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It’s not.
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An evocative poem Susi.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re always a
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Welcome *
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