thoughts and feelings,
wrapped around memories
like a serpentine...
but in their repetitive nautre
there is awareness... a brief
enlightenment that scorches
the soul one last time before
decaying into nothingness...
and, it is this absence of
substance that has created life...
my life as well as others who
enjoy their limited existence
which provides opportunities for
thoughts and feelings to be compiled;
decades old are my memories
my dreams and my fantasies and
my loosely worn aspirations...
expectations based upon
perceptions and pre-conceived
ideas that were all ill-conceived
at the time of their inception...
a force of nature
a guiding hand
divine intervention
all were responsible for the
life given but nothing prepared
me for the decades I would live
or the reminders I would have
of the fragile life I have lived.
22 October 2021
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