Constant Rewind
Form: Deibide Baise Fri Toin
In darkness
With clarity and starkness
We see the light meant to be
Free
Of fashion
As senses breathe with passion
And the old words of romance
Dance
But instead
The past endlessly reread
A mind on constant rewind
Blind
We survive
But never to be alive
For love to be it’s too late
Hate
©JezzieG2022
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I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an ongoing project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever-growing love of poetry.
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