In the blanket of darkness
When all I see is this crazy mess
When my feet wobble at my weight
And my spine can’t hold me straight
When the stench of this pigsty
Swamps my pillow with self-pity
I think of the dreamer I used to be
The one who thought the world wasn’t complete without me
The one who conversed with destiny and sealed his own fate
The one whose feet walked on hot coal,
But still had eyes fixed on gold
The one who shredded impossibilities
And used the shreds to weave possibilities
The one now dead
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Thanks for Rebbloging this
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Powerful imagery. Blanket of darkness. Great beginning that trapped me and made me read more.
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Thanks a lot . I use imagery most of the time because it sticks in one’s memory
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It certainly does. Very effective writing.
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Not as effective as the stuff I see on your blog. good work
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Oh, you are good my friend.
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Thanks my friend, trying to be better than I was yesterday
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We share the exact same goals. That is so cool. A little better each day.
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Greatness is wrapped in tiny doses. take 1 daily and you’ll be great
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Thanks for that. Appreciate it.
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Welcome buddy. pleasure’s mine.
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