Whispering Cuts
Lost in a familiar sea of grave reality, my dysfunctional heart not yet surrendered, something of which none are certain. Worry descended like a pall over my will. Sadness has taken control of my soul. Well-intentioned, high-riding key influencers are wheedling me into their delusional corner. Life, lies, and what matters: shut down before I hit the ground. I ponder death, or better, conceivably, never to have been born at all.
Look both ways, but in the end, it is just the end.
Nothing more.
Mind the gaps of life’s traps.
Sometimes it’s your fault. Sometimes it’s not.
Our Literary Journey 
I like this Bill and, especially, your reading of it!
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Thank you, Peter.
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This is such a beautiful if not sad piece thanks Bill
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Thank you so much. 🙂
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I ponder that too, Bill… Well, well written.
❤
David
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Thank you, David.
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This is quite a thought-provoking piece. I have read it a few times, each one bringing me something more. I love when that happens. Excellent, Monsieur Beel.
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Thank you, Dale. 🙂
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Brilliant Bill and your audio was simply perfect.
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Thank you, Keith.
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Here’s mine… I posted on my page and forgot to post here: https://livethroughit.wordpress.com/2023/02/05/812/
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Well, that is a deep dark place you took us! You should pop over to mine for some of that ceremonial tea, it’ll sort you right out! Very well-written, Bill 🙂
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You’ll sort me right out? Okay. 🙂
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Ha ha! Yes, as in, you’ll feel just right afterwards! I hope that translated as it was meant. 😀
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Thank you, Sunra. 🙂
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