Bruised Spirit

Posted on 10/10/2019 | 22 Comments

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons

memories of melancholia

bury my passion to exist

the thick of fog blurs my mind

I am my own puppet

yet without control

my hard-spent days

a riddle

of the

past

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #108

-Eugenia

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22 responses to “Bruised Spirit”

  1. rosejfairchild | 10/10/2019 at 10:41 pm |

    I feel like this perfectly describes a lot of my recent days.

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  2. Reena Saxena | 10/11/2019 at 12:15 am |

    “My hard-spent days … a riddle of the past” …. So evocative!

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  3. Reena Saxena | 10/11/2019 at 12:30 am |

    Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:

    Bruised Spirit …. by Eugenia

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  4. Sadje | 10/11/2019 at 12:34 am |

    You have captured the feelings so well.

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  5. ivor20 | 10/11/2019 at 6:53 am |

    These two lines resonate loudly, …..although today my bells did chime……

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  6. utahan15 | 10/11/2019 at 12:34 pm |

    rage
    from mycage
    messy car
    near not far
    and the lingo
    was obscene

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  7. V.J. Knutson | 10/11/2019 at 9:49 pm |

    Oh, I feel this, Eugenia.

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  8. Lakshmi Bhat | 10/13/2019 at 3:37 am |

    Well expressed. Life must seem so difficul in such circumstances.

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  10. Susi Bocks | 10/21/2019 at 10:12 pm |

    Oh lovely! That ballerina just going around and around, great image to reflect the feeling of life being out of your control. Good job, Eugenia!

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