Posted on September 29, 2020September 28, 2020 by Asonze Jesse Photo by Brian James on Pexels.com The pain is a parasite Feeding on my hurt Growing and mutating On the sorrows of my ego The child of a bad experience. AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookMoreTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
A big impact from so few words. Pain reminds me I’m alive. When you feel no pain, it’s time to worry! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Reblogged this on I Write Her and commented: Very profound thoughts. I was impressed with how the writer captured the emotions “feeding” on our misery. Well done micropoetry, IMO. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I agree with Tasview, that pain reminds us that we are alive, but there comes a time when we need it to stop, even for a little while… LikeLike Reply
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Damn! That’s powerful.
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Thank you.
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A big impact from so few words. Pain reminds me I’m alive. When you feel no pain, it’s time to worry!
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Very true. Thank you.
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Poignantly evoked
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome
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Very profound thoughts. I was impressed with how the writer captured the emotions “feeding” on our misery. Well done micropoetry, IMO.
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Thank you.
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My pleasure 🙂
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I agree with Tasview, that pain reminds us that we are alive, but there comes a time when we need it to stop, even for a little while…
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Yeah, very true.
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Thanks
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Nice 👍 thought provoking 🤝
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Thank you.
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