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 Sep 2017 Timothy Ward
Riham
Chasing my dreams
To ignore my falls
I been under myself for so long ..
Now am alone with a broken candel that did light my room , it did warme my soul for a midnight Writting , I did write all night
Tear after tear
I had my feelings
Now I need my words
for the love of the world
Believing maybe there's one soul can heal my loneliness ...
I was brave enough to lie at myself for saying I love being alone i love my loneliness
But that loneliness drag my breath under my own Health ...
They  call  my  flat
a  museum.

Because  of  all
my  stuff.

But  as  a  keen
collector.

I  can  never  get
enough.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK.2017.
The monsoon season has arrived
Rain rain rain, rain again
Breathe out the bad stuff
The fear anxiety depression
And all the nasty evil thoughts
Breathe in the good stuff
Wisdom and light
From a clear clear sky
No clouds
And inner peace and calm will come
Just as a bubble bursts
All the nasty stuff
will disappear
I  have  been  thinking  .recently.
About  a  long  lost  Uncle.

I  was  only  a  small  boy.
When  he  was  setting  off  for  work

He  would  always  say.
Aw  well  another  round  of.
savage  amusement.

It  seems  to  have  stayed  with  me.

Keith  Wilson  Windermere.  UK  2017.
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