The soul must know something that the mind can’t comprehend That’s what they said when they watched him from afar He slept under the bridge at night During the day the poor fool sat by the river banks and threw stones into the water All day long With obsession And when he’d see no other stones he’d start crying Few things are more disturbing to the ear than the cries of an adult He had a family some years ago, they said Had a wife and kids And a job in the mine yonder Then a boulder fell on his head one day and along with his mind it took everything away from him
aren’t we all one head trauma away from him?

Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.
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Well said 🙂
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Wondrous post!
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Thanks 🙂
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There is some beauty in this sad poem.
“During the day
the poor fool sat
by the river banks
and threw stones into the water
All day long
With obsession
And when he’d see no other stones
he’d start crying”
Lines that melt soul 😕
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Thank you 🙂
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Welcome 😀
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One day..
A reminder that all it takes is one bad day, and our whole world can come crashing down..😢😢
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Indeed 😢
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No one is exempt from disaster. If people knew this, we might potentially have a real community, with giving and support. Instead, we drive by day after day and speculate until it becomes tedious and forgotten, I’m thinking.
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This is one of your best, talented writer.
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Thank you, Andrew 🙂
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You are a great poet
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Why, thank you (^_^)
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Sad but lovely. But then reality often is.
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Yep, so it is (-_-)
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Reblogged this on Creative Writing Course and commented:
http://www.fromdarknesstothelight.wordpress.com
http://www.traumaticbraininjury.wordpress.com
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Many, many thanks (◠‿◠)
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a pleasure. happy writing
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This poem reminds me of Zulfikar Ghose’s, “The Beggar” in some ways and you capture the poetic and tragic nature of life so well, especially in the distance of the people who see the man but remain distant as he is trapped inside himself. What makes this an excellent poem, is the way that the speaker reflects upon himself also forces the reader to do the same. Honesty is the best way of dealing with reality.
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Apologies, the correct title of the poem by Zulfikar Ghose was “Decomposition”.
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It’s the title that really drives this one home. Excellent.
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Thank you 🙂
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Omg! you turned a story into poetry in a beautiful rhythm. love it!
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(๑ ˃̵ᴗ ˂̵)و Thank you!
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