i shall not be a burden
i shall not forget to pray
i shall be an inspiration
i shall die in the right way
for those that plead the blood
do nothing but think they’re helping
i metastasise in compliance
in deference to the eyes that will
i shall not be a burden
i shall not say god is cruel
i shall be a demonstration
i shall die in the right way
for those that invoke the name
do nothing but think they’re helping
i catastrophise in silence
in deference to the eyes that won’t
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023






Spot on
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Thank you, my friend.
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IMPRESSIVE poem
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Thank you, Rae. That means a lot!
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‘That’s the day off to a belter of a start,’ he said unfeelingly.
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It’s certainly like that some days, that’s for sure.
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Tony, this is a deeply touching and rather chilling expression of the realism I imagine one would be experiencing after a diagnosis of brain cancer.
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Thank you, Steve. I really appreciate you reading this!
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You’re welcome, Tony. Thanks for sharing it. Be well.
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And you too, my friend.
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❤️
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🥺🥺🥺
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😅
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This poem hit a soft spot for me, Tony.
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I can only hope it wasn’t in a detrimental way, trE, but I really do appreciate you taking the time to read it.
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🙏🏾💙
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Why this topic, Tony?
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So glad you asked this, Dolly! I have some pretty deep scars from back in my religious days. It’s a part of my past that I’m still very much processing, and some of those toxic beliefs I used to hold were very damaging to my worldview and thinking. In a way, that also feels synonymous with my Mother’s dementia in that everything she was has been completely broken down and destroyed by her condition. It feels like a kind of brain cancer to me in that now she is just an empty shell. I love my Mother and I feel like she’s being taken away from my family before she’s truly taken away, stolen twice if you will. It still distresses me that my Mother should need to suffer this profound indignity near the end of her life as part of some cosmic tyrant’s ‘plan’. So, yeah, I guess there’s a lot going on in this poem from multiple angles.
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I suspected it was a deep emotional trauma, rather than a physical illness. I had to take care of my stepmother who had dementia, while making sure my father was safe living with her. It is certainly devastating for us to watch, but you have to bear in mind that they are not aware of it. They do not suffer; on the contrary, they are mostly happy if nobody demands something of them or contradicts them. I feel for you, Tony and I wish you strength – you’ll need it.
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I’m sorry you had to go through that with your stepmother. And you are so right about not demanding anything of them or contradicting them. That’s certainly when my Mother gets the most agitated. I do hope she really is okay inside her mind as it currently exists.
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A number of studies indicate that she is. I am sorry about your mother, mainly because it is so hard on everyone around her, but bear this thought in mind: inside her mind, she is happy.
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Thank you, Dolly. I’ll keep this in mind. 🙂
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You are most welcome, Tony.
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Brilliant and inspirational.
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Thank you, David!
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This hurts 😞
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I’m sorry, Maria. 😔
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You doing okay though? I know this may not be your current state but, just checking 💛
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Maria, thank you for caring. I am doing okay. After years of therapy, I finally feel like I can just be me in all my unadorned, uninteresting and unimportant ‘glory’. Writing things like this is of personal benefit as the process helps me to claw back a little bit more of my lost authenticity. Damn, that sounds so artsy and pretentious but I promise I’m not trying to be! 😆
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Haha you still manage to sneak that funny one, Tony. I am glad to hear that. Writing is therapeutic for me too. Thanks for sharing and being open or shall I say, being the authentic you 😉
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Thank you for doing the same, Maria. It gives me hope for the human race! 😄
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I hope this is fiction and all is well.
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In the most literal sense it is certainly fiction, but back in my religious days I was deeply, emotionally sick inside. Thanks for your concern. I really appreciate you reading!
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Back in you religious days? Oh how funny 🙂
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It’s funny now but it wasn’t back then. 😆
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That sounds like spiritual abuse
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Very much so!
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I am very sorry about this experience.
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Truly, I appreciate you saying this. It is not an experience I would wish on anybody.
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