Can someone feel like a car?
A burnt out car?
That’s how he feels at the moment.
Run down. Abandoned. Torched.
Oh, he’s bit of a drama queen, he knows
But it helps if you’re a poet.
Conveyancers, Real Estate Agents, Bank Managers
& the endless decluttering.
He always wanted to be a minimalist
So now he is.
And that countdown. Prisoners on Death Row
Must feel it.
The drama queen again.
Less than three weeks now.
He better get on with it and stop blogging!
John Malone 
Does anyone not feel like a burned out car?
Racing husk of what used to be,
Bygone trophy of a bygone era,
Mass of memory from a forgotten time.
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never thought about it like that, but yeh, there have been times, a lot, I guess where I felt a mere husk. I like what you’ve written. It looks like the beginning of a poem?
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Don’t stop blogging.
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don’t worry. I won’t 🙂 btw thanks for caring that I blog 🙂
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