i gave myself away
and the more i gave
the less there was of me
i am only finite
i can only feel so much
i kneeled myself to pray
and the more i prayed
the less there was of me
i am only finite
i can only bleed so much
i resigned myself to another day
and the more i cried
the less there was of me
i am only finite
i am only human
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023
unbolt me 
Yes, as are we all. Yet still the news wrings it from us. All the way down to the very last drop.
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It’s no wonder I mostly avoid the news these days. It’s just too much sometimes!
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Beautiful, well said
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Thanks so much!
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you! 🙂
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This reminds me of the William Blake Poem “ God I couldn’t find;
I sought my soul and my soul eluded me;
I sought to serve my brother in his need, and I found all three;
My God, my soul, and thee.“
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I’d settle for the last two. Thanks so much for reading, Nick! 😀
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We can only take so much.
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Exactly right, Maria!
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Loved this poem… Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you so much for reading!
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My love as deep as the sea; the more I give to thee,
The more I have, for both are infinite.
Romeo and Juliet
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Beautiful lines there!
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So dark!
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A dark poem for dark times! 😛
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Very true, dear Tony.
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Beautifully profound.
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I’m so glad it spoke to you, Michelle. Thank you for reading!
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I like this idea of giving ourselves away, how we give to everything and everyone. But when we self-isolate we almost feel our souls get richer?
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It’s the classic tale of the introvert. As an introvert myself, a little time spent is often a good way for me to recharge my emotional batteries.
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