My desires
Destroy me;
I retreat into
My withered palace
Of things
I am convinced
Ought to be kept
Underground.
©Aaysid
Blackout Poetry – III
My desires
Destroy me;
I retreat into
My withered palace
Of things
I am convinced
Ought to be kept
Underground.
©Aaysid
Outrageously Erratic 
An insightful poem, Aaysid. Resonates wonderfully.
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Thank you so much, Jeff. I am so glad that you liked it.😊
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You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always. ☺️
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Well penned, Aaysid!❤❤
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Thank you so much.😊
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It may be withered but it feels safe. Great poetry, Aaysid. 🙂
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Well said. Thank you so much, Terveen.😊
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deep sensical poetry 👏
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Thank you so much.😊
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Deep, relatable and such finesse with words and images. It’s amazing how sometimes such short verse can have so much meaning. Well done, Aaysid! 🙂
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Thank you so much, Mike.😊
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the scattered words in the dark are shaping into a form that is growing out of that black confinement …. love it!
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Thank you so much.
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well done Aaysid!👏👏
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Thank you so much, Cindy.😊
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You’re so welcome!
💖
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