a thousands scars on my body can
be seen by those who are interested
in what it was like to live like me
in the early years... a thousand
memories mostly bad, are left in
a room that strangers never knew
existed when they were friends...
a thousand souls have flown in
and out of my consciousness as
if they were part of me when in
reality they were only there to
provide a temporary service...
in and out of my mind are the
keys to the kingdom that we all
must visit sooner or later when
our lives have lived out all of
their usefulness... in and out
comes the salvation that wraps
its arms around the lonely as if
it were trying to comfort itself...
years of kindness are replaces
by the woes of ugliness and we
sit in judgement of those who
would wrap us up as presents
and given to beggars at the next
holiday while overlooking the
guest list of who was invited.
4 December 2022
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