Poetry Out West

Poetry & Prose by Jodine Derena Butler

Posted on August 6, 2022 by Jodine

I feel like I’ve failed. At life at a core but that I’ve failed a challenge and I know what it is and I see a dance of two souls navigating the sea

Jodine on August 7, 2022 at 11:44 pm said:

Yes, a Grim Reaper waiting in the shadows. I dwell less and less in the Abyss these days but my despair, insecurities, fears and failures are triggered every now and again. I keep on going but some days I wish suicide was legal and could be chosen at will with a ceremony to say goodbye

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El Santi on August 7, 2022 at 11:38 pm said:

When we have time enough to think about our failures, the Sharp sword of Parca shall be aproaching to our throats.

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