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Mitchell Hagen shared a letter in the
Poetry group 1 days, 5 hours ago Souls of Old
Mitch HagenA stormy night, awake all night,
Noone around, not a soul in sight.The silence creeps, the darkness seeps,
Only the sun and the dead sleep.A forgotten soul, his story untold,
Wonders where the years did go?Gone so fast, thankfully memories last,
Nostalgic when thinking of old days passed.A soul so old, her story so cold,
Wonders how things will unfold.A deafening silence, foreshadows defiance,
Thoughts of peace instead of violence.2 narcotics, used without logic,
To anyone else it would seem psychotic.These drugs don’t heal, they only steal,
Your life, emotions, and all things that feel.2 twisted tales, all drugs inhaled,
Down one of life’s f*cked up trails.A forgotten soul, a soul so old,
Paths have crossed, but will they hold?
Your words paint a vivid, poignant picture. It’s brave to explore such darkness, and even within the bleakness, there’s a glimmer of hope – the memory of better times, a desire for peace. Finding the strength to confront these difficult feelings is a testament to your resilience. Remember, even in the deepest night, the sun will rise again. Seek support if you need it; you are not alone.
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