Empty faces with blank minds drawing reasons to exist in this forlorn world where ties have turned to be pricks which is exhausting their elixir and pushing to the well of mortality.
An abject depiction of dismal rejection yearning for acceptance from the moments when time stopped and false promises sweet endearments and hopes of reunion have faded, now an infinite comma with still body and numbed mind.
With slow comprehension the truth is awakened of promises dishonoured and forsaken turning them reluctant to concede fallacious words and fragile filial bonds.
Visages so pathetic stripped of love and compassion,Beguiled and betrayed by honey laced words of false passion have fragmented their pride and left lone to gather woods for their funeral.
Their mournful cries fade against the impenetrable barricades but better on barricades as it supports their movement than falling on deaf ears.
Made prisoners in the old age home by unknown people once disguised , but now known.
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My pleasure Bonjour shivashishspeaks, merci de votre texte émouvant sur la vieillesse, la solitude.
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This was great! Sad subject but very well done! Loved the line – and false promises sweet endearments and hopes of reunion have faded. Having lived through this experience with my Mom it hits close to home. Thank you for this
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My pleasure
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So true, also so sad.
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Nursing homes can be such sad and lonely places. I wish you a fabulous 2017 !
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Bonjour shivashishspeaks, merci de votre texte émouvant sur la vieillesse, la solitude. Très jolie photo de mains qui ont bien vécu.
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Thanks for the compliment
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Hey shivashishspeaks bro!
I would like to announce that I nominated you for a award! 😀
Congratulations!
Here is the post with your name in it 🙂
https://doniwblogger.wordpress.com/2017/01/07/the-blogger-recognition-award/
Kind regards,
Doni
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Thanks but I recently shared my blog recognition award .
Although thanks a lot …☺
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That’s fine, I would like to award you anyway. 🙂
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Beautiful post, full of emotion and honesty. Thanks for dropping by my blog, and for leading me to yours.
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My pleasure
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Wonderful poem!
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So powerful. Brought back some heart breaking memories of my mum.
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Beautiful post! I enjoyed reading a lot 🙂
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One would like t think that when you feel you are getting to that stage its time to go.
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Yes, I totally agree! “Surviving is not living!” I have told my kids that when I don’t know who I am or my wife or kids to just Morph me up and let me go. Not so easy in the U.S.
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sad but true.
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This is heartbreaking. But thank you for sharing
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Very nice
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Powerful!
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Wow. This is poignant. Nicely penned. 🙂
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