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Walking across a vast land of emptiness, feeling sorry for myself, yet thinking about others and their trials and suffering.
Contributing to exercises left out of particular rhymes, entering realms without guidance from anyone else.Precious lifetimes passing many roads along the way, circumventing many examples left by the wayside and following inner tirades onto vast lands of total emptiness.Nondescript allowances being forged anew as I walk around in infinite lapses of my aged memories.
Stillness coming upon me, testing my mettle, feeling my strength as I sit and write about life along with it’s trials and suffering.
Always left unanswered, lives are continually emptied and put on shelves to wither and die, like winter leaves falling from cold, bare branches, left freezing in the cold.
Listening to conversations going on around me, but not bothering to take them in.
A safe place to sit and reminisce about life as it passes me by.Unafraid of it’s passing, enjoying each moment given me, exercising my mind calisthenically in time.Rehearsing rhythm’s tempo anew in each line of my life, loving the experiences I live through and connecting it all in verses of poetical tension.Sequencing moments, dividing themselves…
Papers slicing through the night, cutting memories in two.
Always pretending to know what life is about, turning somersaults, lifting sorrow off of sidewalks put there by another’s unkind words.Walking always into danger, not caring what is near at hand, forever falling, getting in the way.Papers slicing through the night, leaving paper cuts in each memory remembered tonight.