have you dared to declaim with your true face
have you seen how they inward flinch
have they made a monster of the hole in you
have you longed for truest validation
have their eyes doth pummelled your face to tears
have you hidden your tears under veil of rain
if only this was a happy song
if only we could fill our lungs again
if only for the air ‘tween the drops of rain
have you pulled truer weeds from the broken earth
have you doth counted and more so for praying
have you monstered after the four-leaf clover
have you truly known that you never belonged here
have you paid your respects to friend grief again
have you layed yourself down in the face of pain
if only this was a happy song
if only we could feel our lungs again
if only for the air ‘tween the drops of pain
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
Very inspired poem. It really explains pain in combination with rain nicely.
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Thank you, Michael. I really appreciate your kind words.
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powerfully unusual. Thank you
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Thank you, Dawn. I really appreciate that!
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Have you hidden tour tears u see veiled lace .
Classic line. So vivid . Bravo
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Thank you, Daisy. 😄🙏
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Tony,
There is so much behind what we seed. If aren’t careful it might run us over.
Thanks,
Gary
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Yes. Bringing with it much trammel and travail. Thanks for reading, Gary!
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if only for the air ‘tween the drops of rain..feels like gasping!
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Sometimes it’s been very much so. At least for me!
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“if only this was a happy song” wow! Your poems always get me, Tony!
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Charles, I am so grateful that this spoke to you. Thank you so much for reading this. You really made my day!
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I’m happy to!!!
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