Strange is this new world!
Anonymous fear,
All pervading,
A fragile trust,
Wary trepidation,
Lonely roads,
Shuttered and desolate,
Caged minds,
Barred souls,
Afar.
Bonhomie vanished,
No festive fire,
A melancholic moroseness,
A pallid gloom.
As we pray for days of yore,
When life was a celebration,
A momentous jubilation.
online at: https://indishe.wordpress.com/
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out...
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