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Poetry

Tilt

Dismay as the default setting
And the remainder flows from there.
Shock, horror and grief everywhere.

This tilted love drags you down.
A spiteful, brutish gravity.
The absence of light so you can’t see.

No chance to adapt
You’re caught up in it all, a captive.
Desperate to be free, to breathe and to live.

Continue to fight.
Surrender won’t help you anyway.
Because it starts anew the very next day.

© 2022 Jeff E. Brown. All rights reserved.

By jebrownwriter

Houston, TX-based Writer and Photographer. Proud pet rescuer who spends nearly all his money on them.

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