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I sit quietly contemplating,
my mind wandering like
The scent of cotton candy in the air.
Searching for that place that space
The one that feels like the world is right.
When it isn’t.
Longing fills the soul
To fill the void called emptiness.
Has it always been this way?
Time passes.
We live in it
dangling from day to day
Waiting to fall
Into the abandonment
Of the peace that’s gone astray.

*Sometimes even the best written poem or song just doesn’t grasp the emotion that is tangled up within us. I’ve come up with a new emotion. I call it Panger, the combination of pain and anger. I just haven’t been able to find a way to work it into my writing. There’s nothing soft and poetic about the word Panger.
Ahhh… And in that absence an idea is born. Just had to talk it out with you all.

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