Unplugged
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Somewhere the cable has been cut
And my words bleed out onto the floor
Suffered to live without any light
They become dry ink, but little more
The amplitude I once enjoyed
Has closed like a jail cell door
And now I wonder if what I write
Will find a way to endure
Why has this fate befallen me
Is it something that I said
How can all the steps along my path
Be here that my journey has led
Words still weave their wonders
But the pen is stricken dead
One bit out of place in the code
Is where my silence was bred
And now the dark, just a deeper shade
Feeling cut-off from caring friends
Like some scripted Greek tragedy
This cannot be how my story ends
Oh, grantor of an audience
Bless me but with one more day
Just one more post, a final bow
A chance to give my words away
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Beautifull poem!
Thank you!
A poet’s worst nightmare
It was exactly that….a nightmare. But I think I am back in good shape now. Thanks Beth!
great –
beautiful poem; it seems to relate to the tech problems you had on Friday – is there a link?
That is exactly the source. What a strange feeling to be suddenly disconnected from the herd. I think we have it sorted now. Thanks for checking on me, my friend!
It sounded eerily like what happened the other day, but I was not sure, since you usually have your posts planned so far ahead…
I was happy to check in, especially when I found out it was just a tech prblem…
I’m so glad to know that these words stemmed from a single tech incident. The thought of not ever seeing your words written down, with all of the emotion and eloquence, is a nightmare for ME!
Thanks sis! For now, the journey continues. Thanks for always being my best friend!
Beautiful lines 👌👌
Thank you kindly! I appreciate your constant support!
Quite a lovely poem Brad!
Thank you brother!
My pleasure my brother!
It’s happening to me now. You describe it so well. Love your work , Brad.
Thanks Yassy! I hope you are re-connected soon!
I’m so glad it was only a tech issue!
Yeah, I think we are good now. Thanks Kristian!