Sunday, October 1, 2017

That Is The Truth

There are those times that I remember being alone and lonely I think that it was when there was the day ahead that was worn down it was the way ahead that I go to just in time it wasn't the way I thought. I thought it was here. The bleak beginning. They become brighter and brighter still. It is the way that I told inside my own skin. The thing that begins and ends still. Will this be the one poem? The one I've been trying and trying to write. Here and there everywhere.

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