No Way Back… #Poetry

 

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No Way Back

Time no longer passes in my world.

All is hollow, burned out

The wind howls its anger

No one sees me disappearing

Like torn paper in the wind.

A tree fallen with no one watching

That’s me.

I lie in salt-soaked sheets

Praying I will dissolve, leave this life.

I have heard all the clichés

How the past does not define you.

Choose your own path

Make your own luck.

It is all hot air, lip service

To help others feel they have

Played their part.

Poor Joe, he has lost his soul

To the bottle.

It will take a miracle to get him back

For some of us, there is no miracle

No way back…

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