Nowhere finding any one to talk with, all have abandoned me
on wayward paths of life.
Strangulating every day, losing hopes preserved from one day
in the past.
No more living to be done now or in the future as I write my-
self an ending befitting a poet lost and abandoned by everyone
on earth.
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Watching nature crow,
and climb a little ways up,hiding behind leaves and cawing at me.Looking around, the crow watches peoplewalking by – the same as I do.Only he’s a little more noisy about it.Flying out of the tree, he lands on abird feeder and begins to eat seeds forbreakfast that someone has provided for him.
Savoring the closeness of a partner, as dancing together, two people contribute to romantic interludes.
passing on the enlightenment of being one.
Lying never-endingly upon a mattress, face up, staring at whatever comes within view.
Thinking about all that has gone on, wondering how much longer this bed will be a part of you.Tubes and needles being put in or taken out, leaving behind bruises and pain.Being taken care of at a nurse’s convenience, waiting, feeling sick, wishing to do things by yourself.Tears of frustration stinging your eyes, as lying…
Regaling in sidelines, watching time rotate away from me in hidden tunnels, perfecting perception in darkness.
Slicing constantly into spheres of identity, providing accommodationsfor future destinations in harley heaven.
Filtering memories, giving expression to feelings hiding away.
their toll evenly over exploratory pathways.Sensing beauty hiding beneath coverlets of sensory perception.Tackling every thought as it makes itself known throughemotional content.