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Bare feet pound along the pavement
yet there is not feeling.
The connection with the tangible solid
has with it no true healing.
The detached mind floats up high
a million miles away.
Terra firma are just empty words,
stout rock becoming clay.
As retraction of the emotions sits
apart from what is real.
A no-man's land of security shrieks
'this is what I feel'.
Withdrawal has its positive notes,
protection from the pain.
Keeping close the hearts secret safe,
never to be killed again.
Autopilots most clever disguises hide
that which should be faced.
But burying reality in cold defiance
renders it all but erased.
© Pagan Paul (29/08/17)
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Just how I'm feeling right now.
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