desolation is just a word
desolation is just a feeling
it’s nothing to do with me
yet i cry anyway
i plan to rise above it all
one of these days
when i can fill no more
when i begin to finally pour
let this last gasp elevate me
let this last gasp make me to soar
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
Ha ha. Even if you go are elevated. Wont you miss the pain? For the pain is attimes addictive.
Beautiful work. Thanks.
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I never thought about it that way. You make an interesting point!
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fab!
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Aw, fanks!
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I love the opening feeling of what desolation is in this poem.
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Alas, I’ve experienced this feeling a few too many times in my life, so describing it was alarmingly easy. Thank you, Jaya! 🙂
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My pleasure!
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Beautiful and with a message of hope.
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Thank you so much, Marta. 😀
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You are welcome, Tony. Have you already seen my review of Love Death Hell posted on Amazon Spain and on my blog?
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Forgive me, but I’ve not been online so much lately… so have only just now gotten around to viewing this. OH MY GOD! Thank you so much, Marta! I’ve left a little comment for you as well. 🙂
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It is fine. You are welcome.
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But, I can hear the balalaika.
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Do you like the sound? 🙂
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This is so elegant and unbolted from the cycle.
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Double blush!
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I tried looking up
From the gutter to the sky
I was insensate
With nothing to contribute
Even to my waxen soul
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Beautifully done, my friend. Beautifully done.
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This stands alone as an expression
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Blush!
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For many, their “last gasp” becomes their elegy.
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True that!
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Though often unheard and unheralded
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