Every conversaion​
feels like a visitation
from a ghostly entity
haunting me and tempting me
with wonder-what-
might-have-beens.
Thoughts - much to my chagrin -
only pointless to entertain...
Yet I do, 'though I do in vain.
- HymnAgen
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life
Every conversaion​
feels like a visitation
from a ghostly entity
haunting me and tempting me
with wonder-what-
might-have-beens.
Thoughts - much to my chagrin -
only pointless to entertain...
Yet I do, 'though I do in vain.
- HymnAgen
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COMMENTS
2b2b2 says: Tight Write "Shakespherian" Flavor....thanks for sharing....the mind is something else! |
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hymnagen says: When my mind wanders it sometimes takes me places I don't need to revisit. It's never worth it UNLESS it inspires! |
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The Immortal Wize says: I don't. KNow How I missed this, the Etymology in the title alone, I must say, very eye opening. Feelings and emotions are just spirits...good or bad. Very inspiring piece. |
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hymnagen says: True, indeed, Wize, and some can haunt us while others give us solace. 'Preciate the feedback. Peace |
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RonnieL says: Piece makes me think. Very different, thus I like it. |
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hymnagen says: 'Preciate that comment RonnieL |
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WarriorCarryingWater says: Nice! |
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hymnagen says: Thanks nosajm@gmail.com |
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