PHOTO BY PIXABAY
Profound silence
Amplifies with each passing moment
Dimness of the room
Takes on a deeper shade
So concentrated
It restricts my breathing
The very same passage
That was once abundant with air
Absence can be an intricate culprit
Like a flower in the cold winter
Withering your defences
Elapsed time
In this whirlwind of confusion
I desire any sign that comes
Any light in this surreal tunnel
Trickle of sun rays
Piercing through the old cracks
Lodged within the wall
A light so miniature and vague
But immense and fair in meaning
These fictitious shackles
Will be removed
This solitude I endure
Expeditiously
Will cease and desist
( c) Monica St Hillaire 2021.
tinythoughtspoetry 
Very well expressed.
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Thank you very much, Nora.
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I remembering drowning… and being lost … I survived to swim to swim again ..
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I guess we’ve all had that feeling at one point in time… Keep safe Ivor.
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The inevitability of life’s journey …
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Monica, your verses create seeming endless images of life’s dreams.
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Thank you so much for your kind words… 😊
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Nicely writing and full of felt emotion.
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Thank you so much LaDonna.
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