I can’t hug you in friendship
You can’t touch my hand
Cause years past
Even a smile then
Returns now to deceive
And no one told
What happened in the dark
No one believed
Or cared
Silent rage
Subsiding with time
We swallow the laughter
Till it pours out as tears
And when they run dry
We turn to stone
A terror perhaps of a different kind
It is Open link Night at dVersepoetspub.com which means no prompt. Just a few thoughts on the current, sad trend of the news.
mehflowers 
❤
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Thanks for reading Mandie!
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some dark shadows here and I like the unexplained way that keeps them lingering
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I liked the description of not being able to hug because one has turned to stone.
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There is an effect to every cause. Thanks Frank. You made me look at what I wrote in a little different light.
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Very intense! Too bad that happens in relationships. A living terror of the walking dead!
Dwight
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Especially not being believed makes it even sadder… I can understand that some things are frozen afterwards.
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We live in dangerious times, I agree. But it should turn us into stone or paranoid, which is an over-reaction.
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It may be an over-reaction, I agree but terror’s purpose is just that.
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Hi Mary, so glad we found each other! I enjoy reading, writing and absorbing the beauty of poetry. Looking forward to learning more about your writing. In Christ, Julie
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Oh, thank you for readng. I would love to read some of yours. I am a novice, but the Holy Spirit is my muse. Without Him I have nothing to say. I love the crafting of words to communicate His grace in my life.
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Mary I know this process, of writing with the Spirit. Without Him, my words would lay flat and lifeless. I believe He crossed our writing paths for His purpose.
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Julie, what we pray in secret, God rewards. I look forward to seeing what God will do through our connection. I have slowed down on writing prose, and He has put my words in poetry, but I feel it is a temporary pause, for me to learn and grow. He seems to be teaching me in my spirit and he is using people, a few I know, but more others through these blog sites, who I have never met.
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A sad a burdened truth for so many. A poignant poem, so well expressing the pulse of the news.
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