Dark, tangential grip of despair
You pull me down into the doldrums
Dungeons for my soul
Whilst I struggle to get free
With light all around me
Your blinders are placed strategically over my eyes
The doors and windows to happiness
Were but illusions to this blinded heart
Escape is a mere nod of a passerby
A stranger with a smile
But, no
The hypocrisy is not lost here
For kind words spoken without honest intent
Have shown me the way to karma
Alas, I now stew in the cauldron
Of my own tepid broth
A recipe of disaster
Kevin Parish 
A lesson for us all, Kevin…
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Thank you! ;-)))
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Oh, dear. I’ve stewed in that cauldron myself, a time or time. After a time, I dumped the broth and washed the pot!
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Thanks, Liz! Yeah, a sorry place to be indeed! ;-)))
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😦
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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There you go again… I’m so thankful! 😊😊😊
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Brewing darkness are we?😉 The dungeon master of this poor bloke is a mean one…”Mr. Grinch…your heart’s an empty hole….”
Sorry the grinch song popped into my head as I was writing….hehe😂
I’ve gone down the Christmas rabbit hole…I’m afraid… No hope for any return soon! 😉 I hope you have a wonderful weekend Kevin! 😊 ❤️
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