
Pressure An Audio Poem
It is the pressing pulse
of a whisper that
knows no birth
the guise, cloaked in
nightlife, tucked in lies,
a play on little more than less
of what you had yesterday and
more than less of what you need
for tomorrow
your new adventure,
categorized in “Lifestyles”
only to be forgotten
next year
pressure–the underdog
and overweight extension
of a life you wish you
had, but know you
will never get
It’s too bad that’s the way it was. Honestly though, I’ve found the old adage of when one door closes, another one with something better behind it opens. Big hugs!
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Oh, it was the best decision. Trust me, Deb. No matter what I endured there, I don’t have to go back. I’m grateful. 💙
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The first paragraph is incredibly strong. Fire words.
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Thank you.
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So well put trE ❤ 🙂
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Thank you, Ogden!
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I must admit that I don’t quite get this one, but it’s beautiful nonetheless.
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Ah… It’s about the pressures of working, trying to move up, but cannot… and the only way up is out. 😊 My last day at the old gig was yesterday.
I thank you for your honesty. It is rare that you do not get what I’m saying. This feedback helps me a lot, Mags. Thank you again.
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Thanks for the clear explanation, Tre. Now I get the reference to the underdog.
You’re most welcome. 😊
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*big hugs* You’re so welcome.
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powerful longing of the underdog…well expressed!
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Thank you, Neha. I truly appreciate the feedback.
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lovely, and the clouds work magic for sure, will have to save the audio for a rainy day (aka most likely my one day off) love and smiles to you my friend and keep the faith ❤
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