Ghuttan, a perfect word for the feelings I have
It’s not that I’m completely sad
But breath taken in seems short and fumbled
Every news article is rumbled
When will it stop, this frustration
When will it stop, refresh our nation
Leaders here are unconscionable
Walking streets is unreliable
Safety gone along with compassion
When will it stop, this frustration?
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W3 Prompt #232: Wea’ve Written Weekly
hi, Cheryl❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Kim Whysall-Hammond, is live until Monday:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/10/21/w3-prompt-234-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
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hi, Cheryl❣️
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Punam, is now live:
https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/10/14/w3-prompt-233-weave-written-weekly/
Much love,
David
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Cheryl, I love how your repeated “When will it stop” makes the poem itself struggle for breath, giving a voice to the very frustration that threatens to choke it!
~David
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Thanks for reading, David
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a suffocating state for sure, and so relatable to more than many of us… and it’s made worse by the fact that we’re not even close to an answer here – “When will it stop, this frustration?”
thank you , Cheryl … 🤍
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Now with this public execution business? It’s shocking
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A very relatable poem Cheryl
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