Land of Denial

Here sit I,  in the Land of Denial.
I can pretend there is nothing wrong,
that I do not hear the tick tock of
the clock counting out the minutes
of my life, even when the clock
ticks faster and faster. I ignore
all signs that something is terrible
wrong, preferring to live in
illusion rather than facing my
quickly decreasing chances.

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3 Responses to Land of Denial

  1. bwcarey says:

    The arm is attached to the shoulder, the leg is a hip job, together we are whole, divided, we are spare parts, It seems to me that we need to connect for the well being of the body, well, as you say so well, without a healthy environment, what are we doing, or where are we going, amen


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  3. Nina says:

    Reblogged this on Living Well and commented:
    familiar landscape

    happily in the distance now


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