There are times
when you can’t be brave alone…
after putting up the bravest front
before your dying.
There are times
when it’s simpler to escape
the tyranny of your own thoughts
and rampant recollection, in withdrawal
to the most trivial of pastimes
that disengage you from the true present
and disallow the mind to wander
back to inescapable reality
for just… a little
while.
There are times
when eclipsing inevitability holds you
mercilessly down in powerless submission
and compels you to take refuge in
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s
o
l
a
t
i
o
n
from history, the future and
the thinking self.
Rummages Across the Dead Land 
Haunting. Beautiful imagery and phrasing.
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Thank you for reading and for your kind words.
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Anytime….I love a beautiful poem.
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Beautiful…
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Thank you
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A powerful piece strengthened by the repetition and the contrasts. Your comments about pastimes and refuges are very true, and eloquently expressed. At times I imagine myself doing a jigsaw puzzle: refuge in childhood. In the end I never do.
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I still use video games as means of escape.
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This is so true! 😔
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