Arid plains
reek
of desolation
as
winds of life
waft
an acrid stench
of
heartbroken
failure
tinged
with
insignificance,
encumbered
by
cognizance
of
opportunities lost –
those
words, actions
cut like swords
that imprison
like a Bastille.
Someone said –
I’m having a horrible life…
No retort
for staying the course –
as
the silence was deafening.
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Author, Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that:
"People need to get off of their rump and do something".
All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.
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