Holding Hands In The Moonshine

How is your loneliness?

Is your solitude your fortitude?

Still doing the sentence and penance,

For your crimes of being rude?

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How could you ever know?

And so now you know too well.

Like balls your thoughts bounce off the walls,

And there’s no-one left to tell.

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In a world too full of people,

How can you be so all alone?

Here, the moonshine is clear,

And truth is etched in stone.

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Place the brain in a pickle jar,

Store it on the highest shelf.

Affix your stare into the mirror,

Until you can see yourself.

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~Micky Dee~

09-11-13

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Hummingbird5356 3 years ago

As always words which tell more than they appear to. I hope you are not as lonely as this, Micky Dee.


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Micky Dee 3 years ago Author

Much more lonelier than this dear Hummingbird.


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Hummingbird5356 3 years ago

I am sorry to hear this Micky but I know exactly how you feel.


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Micky Dee 3 years ago Author

It's all as it's been I suppose.

What it's all about, heaven knows.

I can see the future and know what to expect.

I seem to be dry-rotting and dying from neglect.

It's all so heavy that it keeps one down.

And it's all so amazing that I could still be around.

I think I'll numb the pain with a little grain,

Round off some corners and become more inane.


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Dim Flaxenwick 3 years ago from Great Britain

Awesome and beautiful, written with so much depth, Micky.

You really have a gift in the way you express feelings.

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