Soft the pillow
but heavy
so so heavy.
Like a mountain heavy.
She, the law breaker
must be strong,
for hope has danced here
far too long.
Pushing, holding down
fighting a losing fight.
She needs absolution,
not tears
to put things right.
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Incarcerated shadows 
Wow this is amazing.
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Thank you so much.
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Many Thanks.
I always appreciate your thoughts
on my poems.
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i very much enjoy the world i took from this piece. very nice read, and just as good the second and third times!
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Many Thanks Nathalie.
I appreciate your comments.
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I love what you’ve done there!
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Thank you dear Rita. ššš
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See, HL? Your adoring fans were missing you. This is fabulous ā¤ļø
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Alan! Welcome back! You’ve been much missed.
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Thank you so much Anna.
It really is good to be back.
And with a new site.
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I’m so glad to be able to read your poetry again! Welcome back! And this poem reminds my just why I have missed you so much.
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Once again, thank you very much Ann.
You’re very kind.
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Thank you Dead Donovan.
You hit the nail on the head with
your description of the pillow.
For a corpse you’re very astute. š
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I loved how you described the pillow… yes, something so soft when saturated with guilt and death, can become heavy. Not that I would know, of course…. of course. š
~PR
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well said, Dead Donovan – am very grateful for this, incarceratedshadows š
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Thank you.
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Add me to your list of friends who are pleased to see you back, Alan – and writing on a subject I hold dear.
I should be in bed, but I couldn’t resist reading this lovely poem. It speaks to me, Few of us would have the courage, or the strength of will, to carry out such an extreme act of love. I know, as I’m one of those who didn’t.
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Thank you very much Jane.
I’m sorry to read that you were put
in such a terrible position.
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It was a long time ago. My aunt had asked a couple of us if we’d help her out if she reached the point where her life was burdensome. We said we would, but we never agreed the details, then she passed the point where she could tell us the time was right. Don’t know if I could have done it in any case.
Now it’s just a useful memory.
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At last, your new blog, as you have been saying. Welcome back! A great start!
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Thank you so much Karina.
It really is good to be back.
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Hi Alan, good to see you writing again! Great piece of writing… all the very best and thanks for your visit. š
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Many Thanks Iris.
Appreciated. š
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Fantastic! It’s wonderful to see you back, Alan. xo
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Many Thanks Rose.
It’s good to be back. š
As I mentioned in my email,
as this is a new site I shall post
some earlier work along
with my new stuff. š
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Looking forward to all your writings, my darling friend! ā¤
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Thank you Rose.
It’s good to be back. ššš
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Sometimes, death is the only way to “put things right” when disease comes calling, and all hope is gone and nothing is left except unending pain.
Great writing, Alan.
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Thank you so much Cathy.
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My pleasure. š
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