Friday, August 25, 2017

out here
















out here,
it never ends;
this longing,
this desire,
this hunger;
this all consuming
consumption;
it defines who you are,
it determines
what you become,
it takes you places
you never knew existed;
most never come this far,
the journey too long,
one more trip
never made;
out here the ribbons
fly out the door,
the parades pass on by,
time remains right
where you left it,
safe and secure,
in shelters of unmarked
horizons;
out here no one
knows your name,
leaving you cold
and numb,
alone and afraid,
empty and drained,
friends come and go,
night time shadows
fade away into nooks
and crannies of far-away
dreams;
out here only the dust
remains.
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