PEP TALK TO MYSELF
Looking into a metaphoric window,Somewhere within my imaginary mind.
Feeling somewhat unable to unwind,
Even a carer has to care about themselves;
sometimes.
A Startled thought enters into my tiny brain,
It's not about the care I give to others.
But the care the carers have to give to oneself.
My years of love and devotion to others,
Will never wain. Yet I feel alone, Left out insane.
So looking within my fractured mind,
A tormented soul starts to talk to me.
Okay so your looking for sympathy,
I'm not interested in your symphony.
Of cacophony of a well used life,
Get over it there's more to survive.
Then survive it you will.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-05-13 at 12:22
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