Rage, Rage
56
The irregular
heart-beat of my life
walks beside me
down new corridors.
It haunts, taunts,
and pulls the strings
of my heart,
moving me
to a place and time,
too distant to be real.
My mind
lies devastated.
My future is
a foretold mess.
Rage, Rage 56
rogermoorepoet 
Your image screams loud and your words tell all.
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Thank you! It’s a tick-tic-tock-tic morning!!! Must be the coffee!!!
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We’re living in tick-tic-tok 🙃 times that are moving quickly. Best regards Roger!
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